𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞||𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

Fuck. Gotta get outta here. I know he'll kill me.

I have to escape.

But do I want to is the question...

I've always heard of Stockholm syndrome, but I never thought it would be something that would happen to me. I thought it was only the ones in movies.

But this is real life, not movies.

"C'mon. Let me out, please, please, please." I whisper to the mystery man.

He sighs in annoyance from me bugging him. He snaps the ropes that were tied around my wrists with his bare hands.

I rub at my sore and red wrists. "Thank you." I croak out, my voice hoarse from screaming.

I slowly stand. My legs feel like jello from not being able to get up for a full week.

"Drink." He booms, handing me a bottle of water.

I don't have to be asked twice, and I chug the water quickly.

Fuck, I want to be with him. A fool is what I am. How the hell should I know? I don't even know him.

"How come you haven't killed me yet?"

"Butterfly."

"What?"

"Butterfly." He repeats. "Y/N, you were my butterfly."

"Michael?"

He nods.

My childhood crush, my best friend, had kidnapped me.

"I thought you-"

"Escaped. Came for you." He pauses. "Hungry?"

I nod and place my hand to my stomach.

"We have work to do later."

"Work? What kind of work?"

"Needa teach ya how to kill, butterfly."

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I fucking hate men irl. Give me fictional characters, please and thank you.