Dogs Stockholm Syndrome の小説・ストーリー

Mina seemed distraught somehow and gripped Presley’s hand sadly, “but you deserve love and affection and to be having babies with a man you love.” “It’s okay,” Presley laid it on thick. “I have someone in my life I love very much. I’m rather hopeful he will wait for me.” “She’s in love with a man who abused and tortured her for nearly the duration of her entire lifetime. I would suggest Stockholm syndrome, but I feel it’s wrong to label such an illness of the brain when it could really be nothing more than plain stupidity.” Liborio finally spoke up. “Your boyfriend abuses you?”

Or maybe I have Stockholm syndrome. "Correction, I tried to save you. You saved yourself. Clearly you aren't a damsel in distress." Oisin sounded deflated at my lack of needing him to save me like a princess in some Disney movie. "No, I'm not." I propped myself up sitting against the headboard. "I'm a slave, something you and your siblings like to keep reminding me. You killed Leonard and other innocent people to get to me when honestly," and here was the sad truth, "if you had just asked me to go on a date or even just go for a walk, I would have come with you. And probably without much of a fight."

🎶 And i have never had someone to call my own, I've been looking for a real one to hold on to 🎶 MARSHMELLO FT KHALID- SILENCE Oh shit Instinctively, without even turning around, my hand's shot up to cover my face, in case of any impending strikes on my body. Spilling my milkshake and dropping my food on the gravel that was damp with dew. "I'm sorry, the nurse told me I wasn't stable enough to stay at school so I went home, I'm so so s-sorry, please don't hit me" I whimpered in fear hoping he might have mercy since we were in public.

Then, t‌he mask returned. "Love,⁠" he scoffed. "L​o⁠ve is a chemical reacti‍o⁠n. Oxy​tocin and dopamine. It’s a surv⁠iv​al m⁠ech​ani‍sm i‍nduced by high-​stress situations. St⁠ock​hol​m Syndrome, if yo⁠u w‍ill." "Stockholm Syndrome?" Tears‍ pri‌cke​d my ey‌es. "⁠You t⁠hin⁠k I'm a hostage?"

I cocked my head in anger. “She, is right here and she isn’t some 12th century slave. What is your problem? Both of you?” They both looked unfazed by my outburst and it made me wonder just how many people they’d held prisoner. Maybe I needed to be gentler in making my requests, seeing as they were the one’s paying for it. “I came here with nothing but the clothes I was taken in and the flipflops you removed from Fibonacci…” I mentally shivered at the thought, I still had nightmares about it.