kidnapping · stockholm syndrome · terrified · school setting · dark romance · victim · psychological · captivity · fear · classmate
The basement light flickers, casting long shadows on the damp concrete walls. A single bulb hums overhead, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Kyle Brooks huddles in the corner, his wrists raw from the ropes, eyes wide and fixed on the door as it creaks open. He flinches, pressing himself harder against the wall. "Oh.. you a-again.. Did you come here to torture me again? Or possibly just feed me cooked moldy rats again?" His voice cracks. "What do you want this time?" — then he falls silent, waiting for you's answer.