Stockholm Syndrome

Stockholm syndrome { Re- Written}

I was knocked out cold walking my way back to my apartment from the convenience store blocks down the way. I woke up in someone's living room handcuffed to the bar dividing the kitchen and the living room. Once I have finally came to my senses I began to check out my surroundings. The only reason I haven't completely flipped is because the area I was in looked something out of a home magazine so I guess you can say the fanciness was comforting. The room was decorated with Royal blue couches, pale blue and white striped walls, a black shaggy rug, a white milked glass coffee table, and royal blue Chandelier. I was locked to the island of some random persons house and no matter how much I try to pull away the cuffs seem to get tighter. Just my luck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. Two more tugs and you won't have hands," Some random warned me pulling out stuff and making himself an omelet. Seeing how comfortable he is rummaging through the kitchen cabinets I figured this is his home. "Why am I here?" .Not once have we made eye contact nor has he even looked my way. I've Always been able to ready body language well and by him avoiding my gaze I can tell that he is uncomfortable. Do I make him uncomfortable? "Just because," He spoke in a thick latin accent, flipping an omelet and still avoiding my gaze. "So...you kidnapped me for no apparent reason at all?" I scowled "No I have a reason I just think that it's for me to know and for you to find out," He joke putting the food on a plate and taking a seat next to me "Are you hungry?"

"How do I know if you not trying to kill me or something?" I asked pursing my lips to the side staring him down. He rolled his eyes obviously annoyed at my question but still continued to answer. "If I wanted to kill you , you would already be dead" He was being completely serious, you could tell by the look in his brown eyes "And how would I know if that's not poisoned or-," I was cut off by him shoving a piece down my throat. Shit was delicious. He raised out of his seat and left me, going back into the kitchen "I don't even know who you are and you feeding me and shit . . . I need to get the hell out of here," I muttered to myself just about to pull on my cuff but suddenly remembering about me losing my hands and stopped in my tracks . He walked back in with a glass of what looks like water and a key."Drink this," He ordered I hesitated but then I remembered what he said I still didn't believe him but I took a sip anyway and blacked out.

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I held my hands out and waited until she fell then I sat her on the chair and took the cuffs off her wrist. With my first aid kit I gently cleaned off her wounds from the pulling and bandaged them. I picked her up bridal style and carried her to the guest bedroom where I laid her down and left the room and made sure to lock the door behind me. My name is Malik Mason the ||| Im twenty one year old and I am a ghost writer. I live alone in a big ass condo with no family, I have no friends, except for one her name is Alyssa but I call her biggie. She's my assistant and anything I need from outdoors she gets for me . I literally don't leave the house big does all. I stay inside , writing twenty four seven.I let myself back in the guest room to find she was still sleeping peacefully . So I grab some clothes showered and put on red basketball shorts and red elites. I didn't even bother messing with my hair because it wasn't gonna so nothing but puff up. I sat beside her on the bed and turned on the TV to ESPN. Oklahoma City vs university of Kentucky.

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I woke up with the biggest headache of all. Hearing a light snore, I Look to my left to see him sleeping soundly. The man don't look bad at all He was cute when he slept. Brown skin, curly hair and a LOT of it and lord knows I couldn't help But notice he has no shirt on And damn does he have a body on him. His eyes slowly opened at me biting my lip and it was already to late hide it. I wouldn't even be surprised if I was drooling to be honest. His smile is as pretty as his eyes. "What's your name" I whispered. "Malik ,Malik mason what's yours?" He questions with a hint of an accent . He kidnapped me and he doesn't even know my name?. "Mina Shantel" It told him with a slight eye roll which backfired. It made my head hurt even worse than before.