The tip of the iceberg

Her life was simple. It was easy and normal; the kind of life no one ever writes or reads about- the usual, boring, expected kind. Getting kidnapped by a ruthless being- that behaved like a living, breathing monster- was never a part of that monotone equation, and falling in love with her captor was the cherry on the puke-worthy cake. Stockholm syndrome or not, Mia's life was about to become much more complicated than it had ever been; what seemed to be the tip of the iceberg about to reveal the monstrosity that lay beneath that meagre tip.