Lahat ng Kabanata ng Secrets of the Outlaw: A Stockholm Syndrome Romance: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The illusion of freedom vanished, and I was left gasping for air, my heart plummeting into despair.“Why?” I asked, my voice trembling. “Why can’t I go outside?”“Because you don’t know how to survive out there. You need me, Anya. I keep you safe.”The desperation in his voice resonated deep within me, a dark truth I couldn’t ignore.I was utterly dependent on him, and every flicker of hope he offered was merely a cruel taunt, a taste of something I could never have.I was trapped in a cage of my own making, and the walls were closing in.“Please,” I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Just let me go.”He leaned in closer, brushing his lips against my forehead.“I can’t do that, Anya. Not yet. But I promise, one day you’ll understand why this is for the best.”And just like that, he snuffed out the light of hope he had so cruelly ignited, leaving me in darkness once more.The game continued, and I was merely a pawn, moving through the shadows of my existence, trapped in a twisted

He knelt beside me, his fingers reaching out to touch my cheek, trailing over the bruises he’d left there before.I shuddered, the touch both gentle and sharp, like he was reminding me who owned every inch of me, every scar, every broken piece.I tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.“You’ve been so quiet,” he whispered, his voice a low hum that sent shivers crawling down my spine. “Did you miss me?”The question hung in the air like a dark joke, one I couldn’t help but find myself part of.The answer sat heavy on my tongue, shameful, disgusting, but I nodded.His smile widened, and he ran his fingers down my neck, pressing just hard enough to make me gasp.“That’s better,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of my collarbone, then lower, his touch lingering over the bruises he’d left there days before. “Much better.”His hands moved, his fingers digging into the tender flesh of my arms, pulling me closer, close enough that I could feel the hea

I wanted him to look at me and know that I could be like him, that I could hold power too.He walked in, his footsteps echoing softly, and I looked up, locking eyes with him.I didn’t lower my gaze this time.I stared, hard, unblinking, the way he did when he wanted to remind me who was in control.I could feel a fire in my chest, a strength I hadn’t felt in a long time.He noticed it, the shift.I saw the flicker in his eyes, a faint glint of approval that sent a shiver down my spine.“Interesting,” he murmured, tilting his head, studying me like I was some kind of new puzzle.I didn’t flinch.Instead, I tilted my head the same way, mirroring him, my mouth curving into a twisted smile.“Is that what you wanted?” I asked, my voice low, mimicking his cold, mocking tone.He looked at me, his expression unreadable, but there was something dark, almost pleased, in his eyes.He walked closer, his hand reaching out to touch my face, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw.I felt the roughne

“Embrace the darkness, Anya. Let it consume you. You know you crave it.”I shuddered, realizing how deeply his words cut.The shadows swirled around me, tightening their grip, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of a precipice, my old self slipping away like water through my fingers.I had become an echo of his will, a puppet dancing on strings pulled tight with fear and violence.The darkness grew thicker, wrapping around my mind, whispering sweet nothings that tasted like blood and betrayal.I could no longer tell where I ended and he began.I was a part of his twisted game, and every moment spent in this hell further anchored me to him.The cries of my old self faded, and I welcomed the pain, welcomed the chaos that had become my reality.The metal lay on the floor, a reminder of my failed escape, but in my mind, I pictured it differently—my hands wrapped around his throat, feeling the life drain from him, tasting his fear as he had tasted mine.I could almost feel the thrill o

I was ready to plunge into the abyss, to embrace the chaos, to become everything he wanted me to be.And in that moment, I realized I was no longer afraid.I was eager.29ANYAThe darkness felt like a living thing, wrapping around me, pressing against my skin as I sat alone in the corner of the basement.It was my refuge and my prison, a cocoon woven from the threads of my shattered mind.I could hear the faint dripping of water somewhere in the shadows, a metronome marking the passage of time that no longer held any meaning.Days bled into nights, each moment stretching and warping until they felt like echoes of a life I barely remembered.I pressed my palms against my ears, trying to block out the whispers that crawled through the silence.They were relentless, an insidious chorus that reminded me of the violence I had unleashed.But now, those memories twisted in my mind, turning into something else—something darkly alluring.I had become accustomed to the chaos, even found a stra