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Stockholm Syndrome

Stockholm Syndrome

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Harry Styles
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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"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

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