My Dark Possessive Psychopath

Mixed feelings

Anna lay there in bed tired and exhausted .Not being able to think properly of the weird situation she was currently in , she fell asleep .

Harry stared at the sleeping and beautiful creature in his bed . Just staring at her without knowing what to do.

He was pretty sure he wanted nothing more than to burry himself deep within her and make her scream his name all night long but when he looked at her lying in his bed looking so venerable and peaceful ...... Well more peaceful than she's ever been while she's been here, he decided to let her stay in that position.

He was definitely going out of his mind , he thought . He was supposed to be a killer , a kidnapper, someone who has a heart but feels no emotion. But all rational thoughts were replaced when she was near him. She made him feel things he never felt .

He needed to get rid of this and soon . The only question was he didn't know how?

All day long he tried to ignore Anna . Maybe if he went out and and did his "job" he would feel more sane . He decided that he could not let her go but couldn't let her affect him so much either. So he was going to do what he did best . After-all she was only one of his many victims and he possessed her . From now on she would do exactly what he wanted.He would control her soon by breaking her down he thought with a sinister smile while he made his way out of the door and towards hell.

Anna woke up with a sharp intake of breath as she struggled to breathe

She realized she was having a panic attack. She had not gotten one of those in years ever sins she was very small.

She tried to move but realized she was tied to the bed. That bastard . She tried to move and breathe but got no luck. The rope got tighter the more she struggled . She screamed for help but no one came. She tried desperately to calm herself down .

" ok deep breaths Anna deap breaths you can do it you have to!"

Slowly she exhaled and inhaled as she tried to distract herself with happy thoughts. Sadly she couldn't come up with a single happy memory.

It's pretty sad that she couldn't come up with a single happy thought. Was her life that miserable? Then all of a sudden Harris face flashed inside of her head. And just like that the vents from the previous night came back and she blushed hard.

Her panic attack seemed to slowly go away . She felt utterly confused . She was supposed to hate him? He kidnapped me afterall. He's crazy and I'm sane , she thought. She couldn't possibly feel anything but hate for this psycho . Then why was she blushing and feeling all tingly inside? she must be going crazy living with him n all . Yeah that's it! That's the only logical explanation . What's it called again? Oh yeah! Stolkholm syndrome.

Poor Eleanor she must have a very bad case of it. Now before I turn into her . I really need to escape.

But then again things are way easier said than done!