I opened my eyes to darkness. I couldn't hear anything but the buzzing of silence. I felt a tight pressure on my head, and when I went to touch it, my hands were jerked back. I tugged, testing it.
I hear footsteps come towards me slowly. I tense even more, my lips quivering in fear.
When he speaks again, I can tell that he's bent down so that we're on the same level, "You're home, baby." He says. "Home with your daddy."
I wanted to curl into myself until I disappeared.
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After forever I'm finally putting Stockholm Syndrome back up! I missed my babes. I'm thinking I'll put a chapter up maybe every other day or every two days. It depends on the votes, comments, and feedback in general. I'm putting up chapters one and two tonight, just because I know how long you loves have been waiting. Hope you enjoy! xx
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Stockholm Syndrome | Harry
FanfictionStock·holm syn·drome noun feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. A story in which nineteen year old Hanna is slowly seduced into the world of infantilism by her captor, Harry...
