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_My heart raced. Was he going to come back? Where was he? What was going on? Where was I? Was I going to be okay? Could I get help? Or was I helpless? Was I going to be left here to rot? So many questions, so little answers and a dark room full of nothingness. I couldn't think anymore, I was getting tired, but I couldn't possibly fall asleep, I couldn't know what would happen if I did, I didn't even want to imagine it._ Attention: !This is a work of fiction! !These characters and this storyline are made up! !Although you should still consider that Stockholm syndrome is a thing, as are other things that will happen in this work of fiction, so they should be taken seriously and not made fun of! If I do make any mistakes in "showing what can happen with Stockholm syndrome" please feel free to correct me! Trigger Warnings, this story will contain: -A form of Stockholm-Syndrome -kidnaping -NO SELF HARM (cause I am sick of those stories and I know how many people it will trigger) - (BUT there will probably be) one person harming another maayyybe in a horrific way -> I will put another TW Infront of the parts where I think it should be pointed out again Attention: None of these amazing peaces of art belong to me, I wasn't able to find the artists, so if you do find them, give them some love and support
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"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.

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