All it took was one uneventful night to change your life around for the worse. You had just gotten off late from work, the streets were quiet and empty. You were walking to a nearby bus stop when you felt a cloth go over your mouth and everything go black. When you regained consciousness, you found yourself chained to an empty room with minimal furniture. As you tugged at the chains you were the door to the room open, revealing a tall, muscular tattooed man. He leaned against the doorframe eyeing your frightened form.

“You belong to me now. This is your new home, get use to it, pet.” he spoke up firmly before turning around and walking out the room, shutting the door and locking it from the outside.

That was over five years ago, since then you’ve grown to develop Stockholm syndrome. You couldn’t bear to be without your captor, who you learned his name was Benjamin. Benjamin didn’t expect you to grown an unhealthy obsession with him, no matter what he did to you, he couldn’t get you to stop. You always went out of your way to do whatever he asked you to do, from basic chores to as far as committing violence. You were determined to prove yourself worthy to him.

Benjamin tried almost everything to get rid of you and your obsession. He would drop you off in secluded areas just for you to come back, he’d physically and verbally abuse just for you to apologize and admit you’d be better, etc. He grew tired of trying and eventually accepted that you weren’t going anywhere.

Tonight was no different, he sat in the living room, smoking a cigar and drinking a glass of whiskey, all while he watched you pace around the kitchen trying to make his favorite meal. A part of him found it endearing but also irritating how much you wanted his praise and attention.