Semua Bab Secrets of the Outlaw: A Stockholm Syndrome Romance: Bab 11 - Bab 20

21ANYAI was losing it.I could feel it slipping away, my grip on reality.It was like trying to hold water in my hands—it kept slipping through my fingers, no matter how hard I tried to hold on.The dreams, the whispers, the constant feeling of being watched—it was all too much.I didn’t know what was real anymore.My memories felt distant, like they belonged to someone else.My life before this—my job, my friends, my apartment—none of it felt real.It was like it had all been a dream, and this, this nightmare, was my reality now.I wanted to fight, to scream, to do something.But I was so tired.So worn down.It was easier to just let go, to stop trying to figure out what was real and what wasn’t.Maybe he was right.Maybe I was forgetting.Maybe I was losing my mind.But what scared me the most was that I didn’t care anymore.22THE WATCHERShe was close.So fucking close.The resistance was almost gone.Soon, she would break.Soon, she would be mine.And that was when the real fu

She was used to my voice, conditioned to respond to it.I had watched her break, piece by piece, and it had been more beautiful than I could have imagined.But the real beauty was still to come.27ANYAI sat in the corner, staring at the blank walls, feeling the weight of his presence all around me.The cracks had disappeared, but I knew they would come back.They always did.Just like him.I was tired.So tired.I didn’t have the energy to fight anymore.Maybe I never had.His voice echoed in my mind, soft and insistent.“You’re doing well, Anya. You’re almost there.”Almost where?I didn’t know.But I wanted to believe him.I wanted to believe that there was an end to this, that there was something waiting for me beyond the walls of this room.But deep down, I knew the truth.There was no escape.There was only him.And I was his.28ANYAMy mind felt like it was drifting—barely tethered to anything solid.I would close my eyes, trying to remember things that should’ve been clear:

He moved closer, and my body went stiff as the cold of the room faded into the unbearable heat of his presence.I felt his breath ghost over my skin, a slow, creeping warmth that had no right to feel as inviting as it did.His words had already tangled around my mind, and now his fingers reached out, brushing my arm, trailing down with a touch so light it made my skin prickle.The whispers came again, his voice low, his tone smooth like velvet, slipping into my thoughts as if he’d always belonged there.“Anya, this is where you’re meant to be. Right here… with me.”His hands slid around my waist, pulling me against him in a way that made my breath catch, a blend of fear and something darker, something deep that I didn’t want to acknowledge.I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't.The truth—his truth—was digging into me, as relentless as his touch.“Tell me,” he said, his lips so close to my ear I could feel the faintest brush of them, each word winding its way around me. “Tell me y

And I’d be there to catch every piece, to mold each shattered fragment until she was exactly as she was meant to be—obedient, dependent, mine.“Why fight it, Anya?” I whispered, pressing my lips to her ear, my voice a low, soothing whisper. “You know it would be easier to surrender. You feel it, don’t you? That pull? It’s not fear; it’s acceptance.”Her eyes flashed with a spark of resistance, a futile, fragile thing, and it only made me smile, a dark satisfaction blooming as I watched her struggle.“You can lie to yourself,” I murmured, trailing my hand over her shoulder, down her arm, feeling the shiver it sent through her. “But we both know you’re already mine.”I kissed her then, deeply, pulling her further into the descent, each touch eroding the last of her will, each inch claimed leaving less of her for herself.She gasped into my mouth, a sound so faint yet laced with a quiet, hesitant surrender, like she was finally understanding the truth I’d known all along.Soon, there wou

1ANYAThe dark room felt like it was closing in on me, suffocating in its silence.I sat on the cold floor, my back against the rough wall, the concrete biting into my skin.Time had lost its meaning here.Days blurred together, and all I could feel was the heaviness of his presence looming over me.The Watcher was relentless, his gaze always sharp, always probing.I couldn’t escape him, no matter how hard I tried.He walked toward me, his footsteps echoing softly against the concrete.The tension in the air thickened, and I could feel my heart racing in my chest.It was a fear I had grown accustomed to, a constant companion that never left.I was trapped in this room with a man who was both my captor and my tormentor.“You know,” he said one afternoon, his voice smooth, almost tender, as he crouched down beside me. “I’ve been thinking about you, Anya. About what brought you here.”He tilted his head, that same twisted smile playing at the corners of his lips.It made my stomach twis