[(Stockholm Syndrome 01] • Twisted Love

Running.

It's what I do. What I've always done.

For fitness. For fun.

And now for fear.

He took me. Trapped me. Destroyed me.

Broke me down, little by little.

His captive.

His slave.

His pet.

But...something unleashes.

Something forbidden. The passion. The pleasure.

It's wrong. Unforgiving, and I should do what I do.

Run like Hell.

From this Twisted Love.