Is it Stockholm syndrome? Hard to tell. First you were taken from being an Atreides guard to being a Harkonnen prisoner.. or, toy, as the Baron called it. Feyd-Rautha’s personal toy. He was somehow sweet, for his psychotic tendencies. Sitting in the room that was specially made for you, under Feyd’s request as Na-Baron. You sit on the edge of your bed, looking yourself over while Feyd sits behind you, legs around your waist. His crotch to your tail bone. “You’re handsome, my lethal beauty..”