Don't say Stockholm Syndrome

The dinner

Josh wakes up. He doesn't know if he slept for hours or a few minutes. He looks around the room and sees that he is alone. The camcorder was turned off, the light was on and in the fireplace, a small brazier gave the promise of warmth.

A prepared table had been placed beside the bed.

Minutes later, the man enters the room with a tray.

"I'm glad you're awake now. I haven't been a good host. You must be starving."

He sets the tray down.

"I hope you like what I have. I have cheese, vegetable soup, steak, mashed potatoes, salad and tiramisu. Sit down and eat."

"How long did I sleep? How long have I been here?"

The man thinks a little and replies:

"Well, you slept about an hour. How long have you been here... let me think. It was maybe 10 pm when we left the party, and it's 8 pm on Saturday. You've been here almost 24 hours."

"In one day you only asked yourself seven questions. How long are you thinking of keeping me in jail?"

"That hurts Josh. I've done everything to make you happy. I gave you pleasure you've never felt, I made you this dinner, and you're thinking about leaving."

The man's tone was ironic.

"You really are an i***t. You think I'm happy? "

The man laughs.

"Go, sit down and eat."

Josh wants to send the table to the man's head, but the smell of food makes his stomach rumble and hunger takes over. Sitting up in bed, he watches as the man serves him his food. If he wasn't a prisoner, he'd say he was a romantic lover, serving dinner for two.

The man puts pieces of various cheeses and bread on Josh's plate, which Josh eats. When the man is satisfied with watching Josh devour the appetizers, he serves him the soup.

Josh didn't know if it was hunger or the soup, but it was so good. Josh asked for another one.

The man takes the plate and fills it again with the soup, saying:

"Leave room for the rest."

Josh ignores him. He was so hungry.

Once the soup is finished, a plate of a large steak and mashed potatoes is placed in front of you, followed by a plate of salad.

Josh eats it all and feels the hunger disappear.

"I hope you still have room for dessert", says the man.

Josh winces, and looks suspicious. The man laughs.

"You have a perverse mind, Josh. I'm not talking about that kind of dessert... although it's not out of the question. I'm talking about tiramisu."

Josh eats half of the dessert and leaves the rest. It was completely full.

"Can I have something to drink?"

"Damn, I forgot. Wait a minute."

The man gets up, but before leaving, he takes the cutlery and crockery, puts it on the tray and leaves. "I don't want you to get hurt with the cutlery", he says.

Josh pouts. He wanted the knife and missed the opportunity.

Thirty seconds later, the man comes in with a bottle of water, which Josh drinks.

The man moves the table to the back of the room and sits down on the chair.

Josh was still naked and felt uncomfortable.

"Can I get something to wear?"

"Why?" asks the man with his eyes roaming over Josh's body.

He tries to cover his naked body with his hands.

"Comeon, don't tell me you're ashamed after everything we've been through together."

In Josh's mind, several movies emerge, in which he kills the man in different and varied ways, but he remains silent.

"Can I order something else?"

"You can ask for whatever you want. If it's something reasonable...", replies the man.

"Please don't tie me up again. I promise to behave. Don't immobilize me."

The man leans back in his chair, thinking.

"OK Josh, I'll leave you like this, but you have to obey me in everything."

"I promise," Josh replies.

The man gets up and slowly takes his belt off. He sits back down and places the belt over his legs.

"Josh, I hope you keep your promise, because I would hate to have to mark your beautiful skin and end up tying you, even more restrictively, to the bed."

Josh swallows hard.

"I will be good."

"Good. So how about you answering my eighth question?"

Sitting on the bed, with his toes brushing the floor, Josh responds with a timid "OK".

"Did you like your dinner?"

Josh looks at the man and thinks: " Either this guy is an i***t, or these questions are the first thing that comes to his mind."

"So-so."

"So-so?" asks the man with great irritation.

"Your daily meals are frozen pre-made treats or noodles, and you say the dinner I served you is so-so?"

Josh shrugs his shoulders and says:

"Dinner was good, but I didn't exactly eat it in a restaurant. At least I ate the noodles in my room."

The man calms down, takes a deep breath and says:

"Okay, got it. I accept your answer as correct. I'll get your reward."

"Wait," yells Josh, "how did you know I ate noodles and frozen food?"

"Shit." thinks the man, "I have to stay focused or he finds out who I am.".

He opens his mouth and says:

"I've seen you shopping. Besides, you're on a scholarship. It's normal".

Josh narrows his eyes in disbelief.

The man gets up and brings some packets of crackers and bottles of water and sets them down on the bedside table.

"For when you feel hungry or thirsty. Now the ninth question.

Josh rolls his eyes, his head down so the man doesn't see. Surely another dumb question.

"What is the thing you miss the most?"

Josh freezes. Josh's eyes water.

"My parents and sister."

The man, who had forgotten about Josh's situation, and was expecting a different response, coughed in annoyance.

Without a word, he leaves and comes back with a chocolate.

"I'm not a child, for you to be giving me candy.".

The man chuchles.

"I really like sweets and I'm not a child.", the man said.

"No, but you are an idiot.", Josh thinks.

I'm going to leave for a moment and I'll be right back with the tenth question."

The man leaves the room and locks it.

Josh takes the opportunity to see how far the straps allow him to move, and checks that he manages to move only 2 steps away from the bed.

He sits back on the bed and starts trying to organize his thoughts.

"He was at the party, so he's a student. He knows what I eat, the toiletries I use... Could he be one of the students in the dorm? Wait, come to think of it, I already heard his voice somewhere. s**t, is it that guy who stalks me every time I shower? He also has the sad habit of saying I have a nice ass. What's his name? s**t, why have I ever paid attention to him? Maybe this wouldn't have happened. It must be him. I knew he was dangerous."

Josh lies down on the bed in a fetal position, and cries himself to sleep.

An hour later, the man returns, and sees that Josh has fallen asleep. Gently, he takes a damp washcloth and wipes the dried tears that streaked Josh's face, making him stir but not waking him up.

He sits and stares at Josh.

"Stupid, stupid. What are you doing? Is Boredom an excuse for everything now? Set him free. Set him free and pray he doesn't associate things and find out who you are. He's right, you are a damn idiot."

The man gets up, straightens the chair, looks at Josh again and leaves the room, locking it up.

He's really undecided. He closes his eyes, sighs, and heads back to his dorm for the night.

Josh opens his eyes as soon as he feels the door close. He was afraid that the man had figured out he knew who he was , and that was dangerous. Josh's plan was to pretend he didn't know anything, and wait for the man to let him go, when he finally had enough of him. At that time he would go to the police. He just had to put up with the remaining eleventh silly questions, and hope nothing bad happened to him.

Right now, what he urgently needed to do was pee. As there was no chance of going to the bathroom, he takes an empty bottle and fills it.

Grab a tissue and wipe yourself after peeing. He puts the bottle and Kleenex down on the floor and lies down. Sleeping was the best way to pass time.

He closes his eyes, but the ghosts of everything that has happened to him keep him from falling to sleep, and, strangest of all, making him horny. As if he didn't command his own body, he starts touching himself, on the n*****s, on the belly and finally, grabbing his c**k and stroking it slowly, he surrenders to the pleasure.