She was falling for him. Hell, she is falling for him. Somewhere along her strange time in the manor, she had fallen in love with her captor. She fiddled with her fingers, felt the sweat slowly drip down her forehead. She bowed her head, feeling the intensity of Brahms' gaze. Even without seeing, she could tell he was examining her, probably analyzing how she must have felt after his heartfelt confession. Maybe he isn't a monster , she thought. I mean, anyone who went through that shit must have come out even a little bit damaged, right? This is a fanfic about the 2016 movie "The Boy", the plot picks up from Greta and Malcom's escape. Enjoy!