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Maybe peeling away those trousers too. I had to force myself not to think about those sorts of things. I reminded myself that Stockholm Syndrome was a powerful drug and that I was technically still a captive. Just because Fynn had done nothing to harm me, and actually had been careful to protect and provide for me, I was still his prisoner. I had no free will and no resources to take care of myself with.

“So what? You’re going to ruin my life just because I fought back? Because I refused to be his victim anymore?” The realization hit us all like a freight train. The stalker wasn’t just broken, he was suffering from Stockholm Syndrome. His attachment to Matthew, twisted and warped by years of abuse, had become a dark obsession. It was clear now, in the way he spoke, in the desperation that laced his every word. He wasn’t just angry at me for fighting back but rather consumed by a need to protect the very man who had destroyed him.

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.

Sabeerah brought them out one by one. Muslim Girl and If I Speak by Umm Zakiyyah, The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides, Three Daughters Of Eve by Elif Shafak, On Black Sister's Street by Chika Unigwe, And Then There Was None by Agatha Christie, A Time To Kill by John Grisham and finally, A History Of The Wives Of Prophet Muhammad by Umam Kahn. She picked up the last book which was actually a journal and tucked in its side were plack pencils with bookish scribbles on them.

His voice was rough and throaty, making goosebumps rise on every inch of my skin as he whispered, “And I’ll do it for you, my little devil, because you are mine. And no man will get to live who hurt you. You are mine to hurt too.” Maybe I have finally gone from abnormal to crazy. Living with him had pushed me through that door without me realising it. Or maybe, it finally happened what I promised myself wouldn't happen and without meaning to I became a victim of Stockholm syndrome. Because his last words didn't rankle as much as they soothed me this time and how warm and protected they made me feel. I just wished that it was just a momentary lapse in my stupid mind and not so intelligent hea

He could have done anything to her in the years that he had held her captive. Also, humans spoke about something called Stockholm syndrome. That was something that could happen after only a few days being held captive and she had been held for years. I had never taken psychology classes but I knew enough about it to know that if she was affected then she probably wouldn’t be happy about my plan to kill Arthur. If I was going to tell her what the plan was then I had to be very careful how much I told her. “I already have a plan.” “You know that you can trust me.” She replied, still holding me in her arms. I was desperate for that to be true but there was still that voice in the back of my hea

FINALLY!! The BULLIED series has come to an end. I want to thank all those who supported me throughout this book and waited till the end… I love you all so much. I always said “I would never support rape” and this is me still saying that I do not support it. I had an idea and a plot, I was inspired by an article I found on Stockholm syndrome… that was why I found the Book 1 necessary to be written, so you can see the back story.

“Stockholm Syndrome? Um.. I am not familiar..” Abby shakes her head, confused. “I'm sorry but I don't think that I know what that it.” “Well, Miss Kensington, Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological condition in which the victim of a kidnapping or other related crime such as that identifies with and even empathize with their captor or abuser, going so far as to agree with or share their goals.” The detective tells her. “It is very rare but we do see it. Especially if you have a good looking guy as the kidnapper and a young, overly sheltered girl experiencing her first taste of freedom.”

“You’re truly the worst kidnapper I’ve ever met.” His eyes flashed before he looked away to continue washing off the priest’s blood on his chest. “Coming fromthe girl who gives all captives a bad name. Spreading your sunshine all over my house, apologizing every step of the way. Let’s not forget the part where you came to your kidnapper’s room and begged himto fuck you. At least you’re not a cliché.” Heat washed up my back. “It’s called Stockholm syndrome. What’s your excuse? Mobster Decency Disorder?”

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