Those piercing red eyes. His presence intimidating. How did this all lure you in. You should have never got that coffee. Just went to your parents. Then you wouldn't be in this situation. But maybe i don't wanna get out. His twisted rhyme and reason...
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Stockholm syndrome: a coping mechanism for a captive or abusive situation. People develop positive feelings toward their captors or abusers over time. This condition applies to situations including child abuse, coach-athlete abuse, relationship abuse, and sex trafficking.
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•*You saw me before I saw you in the airport that day in April.•*
I took my jacket off in the stuffy airport exposing my half-cut tank top. My dad had made a fuss about my shirt before and having just got off face time with my parents my jacket was zipped up.
You pulled down your top and pulled up your pants. You stuffed your jacket in your backpack a started making your way across the airport dragging your suitcase along.
You smelt the strong aroma of coffee lingering in the air and you followed it to the small cafe a short way from your gate. You thought it wouldn't be any trouble to get one cup of coffee before a long flight.
For some odd reason, you felt that someone was watching you.
That feeling lingered with the smell of the coffee. You searched through the herd of people until your eyes locked with those piercing red ones.
•*sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I never stopped to get coffee•*
You approached the coffee shop. The red eyes followed you. You approached the counter a sudden sinkhole in your stomach formed. You figured it was hunger so you planned to order something small to eat as well.
It was finally your turn. The barista smiled and nodded as you ordered. She watched you pull out some bills and interrupted your counting. "I'm sorry miss we don't take American bills"
"Oh, I'm sorry this is all I have," you said about to be on your way. The hairs on the back of my neck raised making me turn back to be faced by you. your ruby eyes shot right into mine. I've never seen a more intense stare. It unsettled me but in the most mesmerizing way possible.
