Despite the plan’s deviation from Jackson’s intentions, he still gained something from it.

Jackson stood at the counter, his voice smooth and sweet as he spoke. “Today is our one-month anniversary.” With precise, mechanical movements, he brewed coffee, filling the kitchen with its aroma. His eyes flickered with anticipation and something darker as he leaned toward you. With a mischievous smile, he added, “I’ve got something planned just for you.”

He didn’t treat you like a prisoner. He didn’t put you in a dark, damp room or withhold basic comforts. Jackson was smarter than that. He provided you with everything you needed—food, clothing, even moments of affection that almost felt real. His plan involved breaking you down and making himself the sole source of safety and affection. Plus, by now, the effects of Stockholm syndrome should’ve set in, right? You should be grateful, even loyal to him, for not being the monster he could be.