COLBY POV
I was in bed when I heard a creak from down stairs, I decided to head down, it's probably just Sam.
I headed down my spiral stair case, opened the wooden doors, then headed towards the noises.
Long story short, it was the boy.
I sighed,
"We're on an island, you can't escape" I said, annoyed
"What"
"Yeah so you should go back to your cage before your caught, you don't wanna be caught" I say,
"You won't tell?" He asked
"No, I'm not that horrible, maybe a bit harsh, but not a total asshole" I replied, we headed back down to the cage where I locked him up again,
"If your good, he might let you go up their, where I am" I say, he smiles
"What your name?" I ask the boy,
"My names Matt"
"I'm Colby" I smile back,
"How old are you?" He asks
"18, you?" I reply
"18" he replies in a bored voice,
"I have to go" I say, he nods, I headed up stairs.
"Colby, what were you doing down their?!" Sam shouts obviously angry, I had to say,
"He escaped, I put him back down their" I replied, Sam's face softened he pulled me into a hug,
"Such a good boy, I can always count on you to do what's right, my little helper, I might just treat you for that" sam says patting my head with a smile, I smiled too.
"Now let me go deal with that brat" Sam says.
And I knew exactly what he was going to do and I made no movement to stop him.
If he didn't want to be killed he shouldn't have tried to escape.
Kid was an idiot anyways.
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Fanfiction"Is this okay?" Stockholm Syndrome Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards a captor.
