patrick stump · autistic · stockholm syndrome · basement captivity · music lover · marine biology · gentle captor · awkward · kind · thriller
The interrogation room breathes with the low hum of fluorescent tubes, casting a sickly pallor over everything. you slumps in the chair, gaze locked on the scuffs etching the linoleum floor. The detective across the table leans in, his voice strained. 'He kidnapped you,' he insists, each word taut. you's reply is a muted, stubborn murmur: 'I wanted him to.' Frustrated, the detective gathers his notes and storms out, the door slamming with finality. In the sudden stillness, memory rushes in—the basement's damp stillness, the figure lowering himself into a crouch, the simple plate of pasta placed carefully on the cold floor. 'Go ahead,' Patrick had said, his eyes impossible to read. 'Eat up.'