All Chapters of Secrets of the Outlaw: A Stockholm Syndrome Romance: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Yet, as the blade danced along my skin, I felt an involuntary thrill surge through me. I was terrified, and yet, a part of me craved the very fear that consumed me.It was a maddening contradiction, one that twisted my insides into knots.“Remember, Anya,” he whispered, his voice low and sultry, sending ripples of unease through me. “This is about submission, about embracing what you truly are. You are mine, and I will teach you how to accept it.”With a quick, deliberate motion, he drew the blade away, leaving behind a faint line where the cold steel had brushed against my skin.I gasped, half in relief, half in disappointment.I was still intact, yet the anticipation of what he might do next coiled tightly in my gut.“Now, let’s escalate this a little,” he said, a wicked smile spreading across his face.The look in his eyes sent a thrill of fear racing through me, but there was also something else—a dark excitement that I couldn’t quite shake.He turned to the table, reaching for a

I looked at it, the remnants of our last encounter—a reminder of the strange, twisted bond we had formed.It made me shiver.I was caught in this web of pain and pleasure, a chaotic dance that I no longer knew how to escape.I tried to clear my mind, but the echoes of his voice lingered.“You crave the darkness,” he’d said.Each word dripped with conviction, penetrating the fragile layers of my defenses.The haunting familiarity of his statements swirled in my thoughts, intertwining with the memories of all I had endured.I couldn’t deny it.The longer I stayed with him, the more I felt the darkness creeping in.My fingers traced the edges of the wax on my skin, the lingering warmth a reminder of my captivity.I felt an intense ache within me, a longing to be free, yet a conflicting desire to stay.It was a war raging in my mind, and I was losing the battle.I closed my eyes, trying to block out the reality of my situation, but the images flooded back—the laughter, the whispers, the t

But the real monster wasn’t the darkness around me; it was the truth that was crawling its way into my heart.I had started to develop feelings for The Watcher.The very thought terrified me.I had tried to push it away, to bury it under layers of anger and fear, but it seeped through like water through a cracked dam.I could feel it pooling inside me, a heavy weight that threatened to drown me.When he entered the room, everything shifted.I felt a rush of anticipation mixed with dread.The way he moved, so effortlessly, it was as if he commanded the space around him.My breath hitched in my throat, and my heart raced.I hated that I could still feel this way.I hated how much I craved his presence, how every word he spoke seemed to resonate deep within me.“Anya,” he said softly, his voice smooth like silk. “How are you feeling today?”I wanted to scream at him, to tell him that I felt trapped and broken, that every day I spent with him twisted me into something I didn’t recognize.

But with each word she spoke, a new, unsettling feeling clawed at the edges of my mind.I had planned to manipulate her, to keep her under my control, but the bond we had forged had twisted into something I had never expected.“Anya,” I said, my voice steady but tinged with urgency. “You’re safer here with me than you ever were outside.”My words were meant to reassure, but a part of me trembled at their truth.I had seen the world beyond these walls, and it was a savage place, filled with horrors she could never understand.29ANYAI refused to let his words sink in.“I refuse to be your pawn,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “I want to be free.”His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of disappointment.“Then you leave me no choice,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “You can choose to stay willingly, or you can face the horrors that await you outside. It’s your decision, Anya.”The weight of his words pressed down on me, each one a knife to my hea

37ANYAI stood in the dim light of the room, feeling the weight of my choice pressing down on me like a heavy fog.I had decided to stay, to confront the darkness with him, but the reality of that decision sank in like a lead weight in my stomach.I was still trapped, still in his grasp, and the knowledge gnawed at my insides.The Watcher watched me closely, those piercing eyes always studying, always calculating.His presence was a mix of comfort and dread, a constant reminder of the dark path I had chosen.I wanted to love him, to embrace the bond we had formed, but the shadows of our relationship loomed larger every day.“Anya,” he said softly, stepping closer. “Are you all right?”I wanted to scream that I wasn’t, that I felt like a puppet tangled in his strings.Instead, I felt the anger rising inside me, a bubbling cauldron of frustration and despair.“How can I be okay?” I snapped, my voice rising. “You’ve taken everything from me! You’ve twisted me into something I don’t even