For a moment, I'm captivated. He's seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. Stock·holm-Feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. My life consist of pain and hostility. I hate every moment of my life but I can't seem to come to my senses. The man who hurts me the most is also the man who gives me the most affection.I'm stupid. I'm not strong enough to realize that he doesn't love me, he just loves hurting me. He uses me but I still can't seem to snap out of It.All Rights Reserved
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