Stockholm Syndrome

Episode 02 : Unexpected Captor

I forced myself up from the mattress after gathering my strength. It was because I was still euphoric and distorted. I used the walls and my hands to keep support my numb body as I headed towards the light. But, no matter what, I had to get out of here. Then I realised I was on the upper storey, so I assumed I wasn't in my own home. Finally, I reached the stairwell and rushed down with only a slight wobble, knowing that my balance was still heavy and, by the way, I had no shoes on.

But, as I looked about for the front door, everything was covered in duck tape, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards. Who the f**k lived like this? I mean maybe it was intentional, since there is no significant furniture but empty space. I was thinking this house must be specifically to keep me away from people to know my whereabouts. I am sure that my father would make it into the news about my disappearance. Finally, I stumbled into the area where the kitchen was located. It didn't have a back door. There are countertops, cabinets and a fridge. I assumed there were no specific items there. I looked around the other rooms, but they were all closed, and I knew I couldn't get out.

"Where the f**k is the way out?" I said out loud while anxiously searching around the room, and the dim haze was still over my vision, and my head was screaming to sleep. Then, suddenly, I was slammed against the wall unexpectedly and forced to confront the jerk who had kidnapped me. But as soon as I realised he wasn't wearing a mask and… I was stunned.

Shadow wasn't a man. But she's a woman.

She went in close to my ear with a sinister smirk on her lips and murmured, "You are never going to get away, Lucas Ackerson," in a quiet but menacing voice. I was forced back into the tiny gloomy room with only a light bulb on the ceiling before I knew it. It looked like I was in the bathroom, but my attention was drawn to the intriguing girl standing nearby with a hose in her hands. I scooted backwards because I was bewildered. This whole time... It was a freaking woman?!

"Take it off, " She said emotionlessly.

I frowned when I heard that. "I beg your pardon?"

"Your stinky shirt. You've been in those clothes for five days," the girl stated.

My eyes widened slightly, surprised how many days I've been here. "Y-you... Who the hell are you? Why are you doing this?"

Finally, I've worked up the guts to voice those questions... Her way of speaking seemed a little strange. Perhaps it's due to her accent. But she turned on the water and sprayed me with the hose, and I shielded my face with my arm as the water washed around me. So I'm now thoroughly soaked in my own clothes.

"Hey!" I yelled when she finally stopped. Somehow, it feels nice to at least get a 'bath'.

She frowns, looking down at me. "Don't blame me. You didn't take off your clothes."

Before debating with her, I was distracted by her features as I looked at her squarely, and I have to admit that she is unquestionably beautiful but terrifying in her own aura. Her tresses were long, dark, and unkempt. Her skin was ghostly white, and her eyes were steel grey. Nonetheless, she dressed in streetwear and grotesque style for such a gorgeous girl, wearing all black. I'd previously been drawn to a woman, but she turned out to be a maniac. I had a chill when her eyes did not waiver from my emerald ones.

Before walking out of the room, she raised her left brow slightly in response to my perceptive gaze. I looked down at my wet formal attire. If she let me keep these things on with no blazer at all, I'd be highly uncomfortable. Then she returned with the folded clothes that weren't mine and hurled them at me. When I looked up at her, she was just standing there with her arms crossed.

"Go on. I don't have time for this."

"Unless you tell me who you are," I said with a threatening look. I tried to get up, but my legs felt heavy and weak again. This is embarrassing.

"Do you want me to change my mind to let yourself go naked?" She huffed like there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

I was the one who got red even though I tried so hard not to. "J-just tell me, what do you want from me?"

She sighed and reached behind her for something. When she showed out the handgun, my eyes widened. It has to be a forgery. "That's not a legit g-gun," I said, my voice trembling. When she fired the handgun, I yelled when it blasted so many bullets at the wall as I covered my ears. That was insanely loud and realistic! Before this, I had never heard gunshots. This was quite frightening.

"Is this legit for you enough? Because I don't want to waste the bullets on that skinny body of yours," She said mockingly.

This situation made me feel embarrassed. She's a young woman, and I'm a man who is now frightened to defend himself against a dangerous woman. This is complete and utter ridiculous. Of course, it's easy for me to be killed or used as a punching bag for someone like her. "I just wanted to say a few words to you. First and foremost, you've never messed with me. What you don't realise is how strong I am. I'm on full alert to beat the sh*t out of you. Don't think of me as a shîtty weak girl." She growled and glared at me as if I had just taken her prized possession. I believe that somehow, she appeared to be a total badass with her curvy, muscly body. Her black clothing and weapon said it all. Sure, she isn't joking about it.

"Now put those clothes on, Lucas Ackerson or I'll kill you," She warned when I didn't say anything.

As soon as I heard her click the pistol, I decided to listen for that moment. I felt her eyes on my movement as I began to unbutton my shirt. Was she just going to stand there and watch me strip down to my clothes? I'm already embarrassed. Should I allow her to watch? What was the big deal about this? Men frequently remove their shirts, particularly to impress ladies. Right? But I wasn't muscular enough either.

Wait. What in the world was I thinking?! I'm not going to use my physique to impress the kidnapper!

Even though she's pretty.

Fûck it. Shut up.

After unbuttonsing the buttons, I pulled the top off my body shakily. The slimy, wet sensation eventually landed on the floor. When I looked at her, she was staring at me blankly, and I couldn't help but blush in discomfort. After putting on the blue jumper, I stared at her cautiously, anticipating her reaction. I'm not going to pull my trousers off in front of her. She sneered at my awkwardness as she turned around with a pistol still pointing at me. After stripping down to my underwear, I immediately put on the brief pants she had given me, as well as the tight sweatpants.

I'm sure I’ll get my way out of here.