Stocholmsyndrome Stories

"you are his 10th psychiatrist, the rest fell in love with him"

When Jamie woke up that morning, the last thing she expected was ending up in a rich mans basement, totally unaware of the events that led up to it. "Many would say she looked like she was a few minutes away from a complete burnout, but he saw something else in her. And at this point seeing her again wasn't a want, it was a need."

"Baby look what you've done to me. Baby look what you've done now."

I was so small. And he was so big. A monster. And I was his prey, that he was going to feast on later. I layed on the bed next to him. Trying to feel safe. Trying to feel like I'm not a paper plate that he just threw away. He jolts awake grabbing my waist and pinning me down. "Look who's up!" He grins He didn't look like he just woke up. Was he awake the whole time? "Please, I just need to use the bathroom..." I lie. His pupils dilate. I could still see his dimples in the dim room. "You can use the bathroom while I'm in you." He hisses, and sucks on my neck just below my jawline, where he knows drives me crazy. My mouth was dry. I couldn't move. What was I suppose to do? Run? Scream? Hide? Hit him? I couldn't do anything. But just sit, and cry through the pain while he uses me.