Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secrets of the Outlaw: A Stockholm Syndrome Romance: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

3ANYADays turned into a blur, each one blending into the next like a watercolor painting smeared with rain.I hardly recognized the person I saw in the small mirror across the room.My eyes were sunken, and my skin felt like parchment, thin and fragile.The Watcher had a way of wearing me down, breaking me piece by piece until I was little more than a ghost of myself.I could feel his presence even when he wasn’t there, like a shadow looming over me, whispering that I needed him.He provided the barest necessities—food, warmth, the slimmest thread of information about the world outside these walls.But each act of kindness came with a price, and I felt it weigh heavy on my soul.One evening, he entered the room with a tray of food.The sight of it made my stomach growl; hunger gnawed at me like a feral beast.I hadn’t eaten properly in days, and the stale bread and thin soup looked like a feast.“I brought you something to eat,” he said, his tone almost casual, like it was nothing s

I deepened the kiss, pouring all my darkness into her, feeding off the way she responded to me.Her body leaned into mine, hungry for the connection, and I reveled in the power I wielded over her.“You’re doing so well, Anya,” I murmured against her lips. “You’re learning your place.”Every moment of intimacy was a reminder of her dependency.She needed me for comfort, for warmth, and I was more than happy to provide.I could feel her body responding, arching against mine, desperate for more.It was intoxicating, knowing that I held her entire existence in my hands.“Do you see how easy it is?” I whispered, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. “You crave this. You need me.”Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of fear and desire, and I could see the battle raging within her.“I needed you,” she whispered, the admission slipping past her lips like a secret.7ANYAThe words hung between us, heavy with meaning.I hated the truth of them, the way they made my heart flutter with both dr

Anya’s eyes flickered with uncertainty, a tumultuous blend of fear and desire.I knew that beneath her hesitations lay a dormant hunger just waiting to be awakened.I leaned closer, letting the warmth of my breath wash over her, each exhale a silent command for her to yield.“Trust me,” I murmured, pressing a gentle kiss against her lips, a tender yet possessive promise. “Allow yourself to feel everything. This is just the beginning.”Her response was a soft sigh, a sound that resonated in the depths of me.I could feel the tension in her body, the way it leaned into me, betraying her inner conflict.My hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer, and I reveled in the way she melted against me, her defenses weakening under the weight of our connection.“You’re beginning to see the beauty in the darkness, aren’t you?” I whispered against her ear, relishing in the way she shivered at my words. “Let go of the fear that holds you back. Embrace the power of this moment. You

“I want you,” she gasped, her voice trembling yet laced with undeniable need.The vulnerability in her words sent a thrill of power surging through me.“Good girl,” I growled, my lips crashing down on hers again, more urgent this time, as if I were trying to consume her entirely.My hands roamed her body, pushing her shirt up, fingers gliding over the smooth skin of her stomach.I could feel her breathing quicken, her body arching into mine, and it drove me wild.As I kissed my way down her neck, I could taste the salt of her skin, the sweet tang of her fear, and it only stoked the fire raging inside me.I wanted to claim her, to mark her as mine, and the thought of it sent a dark pulse of desire racing through me.“Do you want me to take you?” I whispered against her skin, my breath hot and heavy. “Do you want to feel what it’s like to be utterly consumed?”“Yes,” she breathed, the word spilling from her lips like a confession, filled with a mixture of desperation and thrill.In that

Each time he spoke those words, I felt the edges of my sanity fray a little more.I wanted to scream, to tell him he was wrong, but the truth had begun to twist in my mind, the lines between reality and his manipulations blurring.Maybe I didn’t belong outside.Maybe this darkness was my true home.I remembered fleeting moments of laughter, sunlight on my face, the warmth of family and friends.But the more I clung to those memories, the more he chipped away at them.“You don’t need them, Anya. They never truly cared for you,” he would say, his tone sweet but laced with poison. “I care for you. I’m the only one who can keep you safe.”Safe.The word hung in the air like a cruel joke. I was a prisoner, and yet, in the recesses of my mind, I felt a flicker of something that felt like hope when he was around.It was twisted, sick, and made my stomach churn.He would come to me sometimes, his presence a chaotic storm that would pull me in, sweeping away my doubt.“I’ve brought you somethi