Stockholm Syndrome

Stockholm Syndrome

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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.
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"Please, stop," I begged, my voice cracking. Tears streamed down my face, my eyes swollen and burning. "I can't handle this anymore. Just stay away from me." His words, "Little Angel, don't say that. I'm here to love you," were like a cruel joke. Love? The word tasted like ash in my mouth. His actions screamed something entirely different. "Your sweet words won't change anything. I need you to keep your distance," I responded firmly, putting all my energy into my voice. My breath hitched. One minute we were arguing, the next...fire. Agony seared my throat. He shoved me onto the bed, my head hitting the pillows hard. Stunned, I begged silently, God, please, save me from this monster. His hands were on my throat again, squeezing, stealing my air. Blurred vision, his eyes bloodshot, furious. "How dare you?" he growled. "Consequences, baby." ************************************ He, steeped in darkness, she, bathed in light. A collision was inevitable, a clash of opposing forces that threatened to shatter them both. Would he succumb to the light, or would he drag her down into his darkness? The stakes were higher than either of them could have imagined. This wasn't just love. It was a war for their souls. Content Advisory: This content may contain sensitive themes including abuse, psychological distress, and sexual abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Please feel free to skip if these topics are potentially triggering for you.

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