stockholm syndrome | k.k.

Prologue

"I fucking told you already!" She shouted, hands balled into fists. "He didn't abduct me! I was not taken by force!"

Her eyes were burning with anger as she stared intently at the man standing in front of him. "It was me! I told him to take me! I came with him by will! Why don't you fucking understand that?!"

"Madame, please calm down." The officer muttered, his eyes showing nothing but pity as he stared at [Name]. "We need you to tell the truth, Miss. We can't help you if you're not willing to help yourself."

"Help?!" She shouted. "Who said that I needed your help? My mother? Father? My friends?"

Keeping his small notepad back in his pocket, the officer sighed. "Miss, several bruises were found all over your body during the tests. In the report, it was also shown that you were sexually abused by your abductor. Those evidences are clear proof that you, yourself, is lying. If you're afraid, don't be. We are trying everything we can to find Kaneki Ken."

That name..

Her eyes went wide. Kaneki Ken. Clutching her chest, tears started to form at the corner of her eyes. "K-Kaneki..."

"Yes, ma'am. We are trying our very best to locate him."

"Please..." she started sobbing more violent and violent each second.  The officer stared at her confusingly.

"Ma'am, we know how you feel. All you need to do is to tell us the truth. That's all we're asking for. We need your cooperation so we can capture Kaneki---"

"Please! Please, don't hurt him! Please!" [Name] shouted, clutching the officer's shirt. Her eyes were filled with tears as she beg. "Don't hurt him! Please!"

She screamed the same words over and over again because she knew,

Kaneki didn't do anything wrong..

to her, of course.

[Author's note: Hello! New story re-published. This story was previously named as Catasrophe, if I can recall. Hopefully, no negative comments about my future chapters since like I've said in this story's description: it will contain violent content, inappropriate words and most probably, rape and sexual abuse. So if you are not comfortable with that, this story is not for you.

And yes, if some of you are wondering: the story itself is based from One Direction's song Stockholm Syndrome. And yes, I am a directioner. AND YES, I'M A NIALL GIRL---I mean, Thank you.]