She tried to yell. She tried to be strong. She tried not to cry. Her eyes were bloodshot, stained with tears. Her body shook uncontrollably, her hair was knotted, her skin was pale. Blood was stained on her arms. Deep scars covered her once flawless body. He's a sociopath. He's in love. He has her at his fingertips, but he destroys everything he touches. He needs her to help him change his ways but he gets distracted. He wants to tangle his hands in her hair, see love in her eyes, touch her body, kiss her plump lips.. But she wants out. Who needs the help? The victim or the kidnapper? * * * Warning:This story has mild language and mature themes. This story is still in the works and hasn't had major edits on grammar and spelling yet. Started:5/26/16 Ended:?/??/??