Stockholm Syndrome isn't That Bad ♡

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"H-Hello? I need help." A man's voice spoke from the alley.

My bad feeling was then replaced by worry and panic as I squinted into the darkness and walked into the alley.

"Oh! Are you ok?" I squeak worriedly, finally spotting a dark shadow hunching over against the wall.

"No, I'm not ok... Someone mugged and stabbed me... I'm stable but I need a hospital." He replied, his voice quiet and shaky.

"Oh god, I-i can take you to the hospital, o-or I could call an ambulance?" I stammered, stepping towards the figure carefully.

"C-could you take me? I'd appreciate it..." He asked, stepping out towards me with a limp.

"Yeah, come on my car isn't that far," I replied, reaching out for him, gently taking his arm to help him walk

Before I could react he harshly grabbed my arm and I felt a sharp jab of a needle into my arm.

I gasped and yelled, pulling my arm away and pulling the needle out. Yet I was too late, The contents were already emptied into my arm.

I stumble backward, my body already starting to feel weak and slow.

Soon enough he backs me against a wall.

"You'll feel sleepy in 3...2...1," he said, my body showing he was right by involuntarily slumping against the wall as I fought to stay awake.

"Sleep" was the last word I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness.
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Stockholm Syndrome