Stockholm Syndrome

✅Chapter #1 - Introduction

Quinn walked down the sidewalk, trying very hard not to smile. Her day had just turned into the best day that anyone could ever have, just by doing one small, simple thing; shopping with her friends at the local mall.

She had just gotten a long, silver dress with sequins skillfully placed and sewed all across it's sides in a perpendicular pattern. Two black roses had been perfectly sewed to the front left shoulder. They were just a mere centimeter above the black belt that wrapped around the underneath her breasts. It was made to be loose enough to be comfortable. The lace on the top would wrap around her next to form a turtle neck.

She adored it. Her friends loved how good it looked on her. They had, and in quotes, said "You look so adorable, so it works on you." "It's a must keep, Quinn! You'll definitely get boys when you wear that around."

She had bought it, even though it was one of the most expensive gowns there. It had just hit the Ten Thousand mark on the price range. Quinn hadn't cared, though, as long as it looked absolutely fabulous on her. All her and her friends cared about was looks, and sometimes beauty takes sacrifice.

Now she was on her way home with her bagged dress hooked onto her arm. To be honest, she didn't care whether to walk or drive home, as long as she made it there on time for supper.

As local pedestrians walked by, they would wave and greet her. On occasion, they would ask her what was in the bag. She's always reply with the same answer, "you'll see on Instagram!" and then she'd skip forward a few steps and continue on.

Just as she had passed under the two old oak trees in the park, someone came behind her and covered her mouth and eyes with their hands. Then they pulled her into a very large, white van.

Inside, one of them pushed her against a wooden chair while another began to tie her arms and torso around it with rough rope, while some other covered her eyes and mouth with a couple bandanas.

The driver turned the van on and began to drive off, not caring if they were harming Quinn. In fact, they drove over every speed bump in town as quickly as they could, without being pulled over of course.

As they did that, Quinn wouldn't stop trying her best to scream and get someone to help her from outside. But no matter how many times she was told to shut up, she wouldn't stop until one of them knocked her out with the barrel of a gun.