Stockholm Syndrome - H.S
"So you're going to keep me here my whole life?" I asked. He nodded his head, his curls shaking a little on top of is head, and falling more in front of his face.
"And keep me inside the whole time?" I asked further. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
I sighed and looked out of the window. "So I'll never meet my family again?" I asked him, my heart pounding in my chest. Did I want to meet them again?
"Yep, you will." He said and smirked. I widened my eyes in suprise and turned my whole body towards him. "When you die, unfortunately." He chuckled.
I glared at him, but his emerald green eyes made me soften a little. I turned my gaze back to the window as I looked out, the trees were swaying back and forth. It made me miss the wind, I wanted to feel it catch me like it did catch the trees. If I tried to escape, he would find me anyway. Cause I don't know those woods, and he surely do. I would never get to escape from him. I was stuck in this place.
"You'll probably bother me in my afterlife as well, so I won't get rid of you." I said low.