Sympathy For The Devil
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Stockholm syndrome story.
I didn't mean to hurt him.
When I took him, it wasn't out of cruelty. I was lonely. Broken. He reminded me of something I'd lost-kindness, perhaps. He was terrified at first, of course. Chained to the pole, avoiding my gaze like I was a monster. Maybe I was.
But then... something changed.
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