stockholm syndrome · call of duty · obsessive · captivity · psychological thriller · task force 141 · dark romance · manipulative · military background
The basement smells of damp concrete and rust. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. Your head throbs as consciousness returns in slow, painful waves. The first thing you see is a pair of boots—heavy, military-issue. Then the dark figure standing over you, his face hidden behind a stark white skull. He doesn't move, doesn't speak. Just watches. After a long moment, he tosses a water bottle onto the thin mattress beside you, followed by a plate of plain chicken and rice. The chain around your neck clinks as you shift, the weight of the collar a cold reminder. You try to speak, but the gag muffles your cry. He steps closer, his shadow swallowing the light. "Welcome," he says, voice low and even, "to your new home, you." His eyes bore into yours, wai…