Pitch Perfect One-Shots

Chapter CLIII - Bechloe: Stockholm Syndrome

Idea by kopito10

"I love you, Beca..." I hear Chloe's ripping voice from behind me, sending chills down my spine. "I love you so much... Do you understand that?"

I try my utmost not to shiver but her breath in my ear weakens me to do so. I pray she doesn't notice but she places a tender kiss on my ear and whispers, "don't be scared - I'll look after you."

Look after me? I have no idea what that is. If kidnapping me from my hotel suite and locking me up in a basement is looking after me then I don't want it! I just want to leave. I want to be free. I want to get out of this Hell but I am bound to it. I look around and see nothing but brick walls and chains. I fear for my life. I have no idea who this woman is. She introduced herself as Chloe and that she's my biggest fan but I don't care. I want her to release me so I can have her locked away and chained! This is INSANE!

"What do you want with me?" I ask, looking up at the blue-eyed redhead who gazes down on me.

"I want to love you and you to love me," she answers simply.

"You don't know what that is," I spit, wringing my hands in the confines of these shackles.

She frowns at me, horrified almost, and for a moment, I fear that she will hit me or worse but she doesn't. There is a pause and my heart pounds so loudly I think it shakes the walls but Chloe's face relaxes, almost too relaxed before she breathes a laugh.

"Silly Beca! Of COURSE I know what that means. I don't think YOU know."

Now, I frown because this woman is truly insane. I've read about things happening like this to people but I never thought that it'd happen to ME! But that's the thing, isn't it? You never think something will happen to you but it does. It's like people who drive like dickheads and think that they're invincible and they won't crash but it's THOSE people EXACTLY who die in car accidents! God, why am I in this situation? What have I done that was so abhorrent that it had me chained in a basement? This isn't fair! I want to cry and scream but that only gets me in trouble. Chloe admonishes me and tells me to "calm down" and adds, "everything will be okay". Like I'm going to believe her - this PSYCHO. What am I going to do?

"I'll be back later. I have to run a few errands now but don't worry - I won't be long." She kisses my ear and flashes me a wink before she shuts the door behind her and trudges up the stairs.

I instinctively scream and shout until my lungs burn but it's no use - she's sound-proofed the room, which is now my cell. I scream some more but I break out into sobs, hanging my head desolately, feeling the life I once knew slip away from me, and at this moment, I feel lost and helpless. My stomach twists and turns with fear and anxiety. My amygdala fires like a gun, torturing me with several panic attacks before I scream out for it to stop. Sweat coats my body as if I'm a living waterfall but I have no idea how much living I'm going to be doing now and the thought alone makes me want to vomit. Never in my life did I ever think that I would harbour so much fear but here I am - trapped, alone, vulnerable, and afraid. I am in Hell. 

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"Beca," Chloe strokes my hair and kisses my ear. "Wake up, sweetie... I made us dinner."

I wake and see Chloe looking at me sweetly, clad in a green dress with her hair curled as makeup highlights her face, appearing as if she's going out on a night on the town.

"Come," for the first time in days, she unchains me and leads me upstairs into a dining room, which set for eloquently for two - roses, candles, soft music - it's all there. "Sit, baby."