Don't say Stockholm Syndrome

Getting clean

Chapter 5

Josh was completely horrified by what had happened. How could he have that reaction? How could his body have betrayed him like that? How could he have felt so much pleasure in a dangerous situation like the one he found himself in? He felt like crying, screaming, running away, but no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't remove the chains that held him to the bed. The nerves clouded his senses and his eyes began to release thick tears that ran into his ears.

The man returns to the room after a few minutes, and from the door, he sees the state that Josh is in. He approaches josh and despite him trying to move his face, he wipes his tears saying: "I don't want your ears full of water. you need them to hear the questions."

The man drags a chair near the bed and asks rhetorically, "Ready for the seventh question?"

Josh looks with glazed eyes at the man hiding behind the mask. He looks directly into the man's eyes, trying to convey all the hatred he felt.

In a husky voice the man says: "Don't hate me so much Josh. There are still so many questions left. You might need that hate later... or who knows... you won't even need to hate me.".

"What does that mean?", ask a bewildered Josh.

The man laughs, again.

"Seventh question Josh: How was it?"

"How was what?", ask Josh, pretending not to understand the question.

"Come on Josh, you and I both know you're not silly. How was it? I'm curious to know how you felt"

"I hated it" says Josh.

The man chuckles. "You want me to believe that you hated it, when you came like that... I mean, you came a lot... really a lot"

"That was a physical reaction. Just because my body reacted doesn't mean I liked it. I hated it. That's my answer."

The man smiles behind the mask, and Josh sees in the man's eyes that he is smiling.

"Okay, I'll consider your answer correct. I don't believe you, but i accept it. As a prize, I'll let you go to the bathroom. You can take a shower if you want, the bathroom has hygiene products that I bought just for you."

Josh makes an effort not to smile. To go to the bathroom and take a shower, the man had to let him go, and that was the best time for him to escape.

"Don't get your hopes up josh, you won't make it. Do you think I'm an i***t?", says the man, with his shoulders shaking, from laughing.

Once again, the man takes a cloth from a plastic bag and covers Josh's mouth and nose, and once again, struggling, he takes off into the darkness.

The man stands. He looks at Josh's face, and lets his eyes travel all over Josh's body. "Damn, this was supposed to be a prank, but I can't stop. I've never met a person like you. You're more beautiful than any woman I've ever met. Someone like you makes me doubt so many things. I won't make it stop and it's your fault. The intention was to put you to sleep and let you go, just scare you. Now I want more."

The man releases Josh from the chains that bind him, carries him to the bathroom, bridal style. Gently, he sets Josh down on a drop cloth, looks at him and smiles.

"Really, damn."

He leaves, closing the bathroom door with the key.

Josh wakes up shortly afterwards and finds that he is no longer in bed. "f**k" he says through clenched teeth. He gets up, stretches his body and tries to open the door, which unfortunately is locked. "There are no windows, no means of escape" He thinks, sadly. Looking around, he ends up making his needs, which he urgently needed. Then he sat on the edge of the tub and let the tears fall.

In desperation, he turns his eyes to the ceiling and what he sees leaves him with his mouth open. A camcorder. a stupid camcorder. "Well, you're more disgusting than I thought. Do you enjoy watching me take a s**t?", he yells at the ceiling. In response, a laugh came from the other side of the door. "Take a shower. I want you to be very clean. I also want you to clean that ass well. There's a little blob with a tube there. I want you to put that in your ass and let the water wash your insides too.”

"f**k you", Josh yells at the door. "Josh, Josh, Josh... the more you tell me to go f**k myself, the closer you are to being f****d by me. I swear to you Josh, if I f**k you, you'll never want to go back to your life and you'll stay forever under me, groan. Now stop that s**t, wash yourself really well inside and out. I have my eyes on you, and if I don't like what I see, I'll go in there and do it for you. You have 30 minutes."

After speaking, the man remains silent.

Josh feels defeat.

He look around and his eyes fell on the hose the man was talking about. He remembered seeing one like that at his old home. One that his mother had used on the children when they were little. He just couldn't remember what for. Sighs. There was no point in contesting anything else. Nothing about his body was private now, thanks to that man. He gets into the shower and turns on the water, pleasantly hot. He felt his body relax. At least he would enjoy the shower, and clean the dirty from his skin. He takes the bath products that the man left for him and smirks. How long had he been under surveillance? The man bought the exact products he normally uses? He shakes his head. He takes a long shower and washes his long hair, untangles the knots, then looks at the hose, picks it up, and sets it down again.

"I can still see", he heard from the door.

Josh closes his eyes and presses his mouth into a thin line. sighs deeply, and picks up that strange thing again.

"Tic tac, tic tac", he hears from the door.

"Go kill yourself.", says Josh quietly.

The man makes a painful sound, pretending to be hurt, and Josh thinks that there must be mics in the bathroom.

Josh tries to stick the applicator up his ass, but the discomfort he feels makes him throw the hose to the floor.

He gets out of the shower, takes a new toothbrush and brushes his teeth. He dries his body and hair with a towel, combs his black hair, tucks the towel around his waist, feeling less exposed, and sits in the bathtub expecting the worst.

He hears a small noise, and soon, a hole in the door opens. Josh looks up curiously. He approaches the door and tries to peek.