STOCK•HOLM SYN•DROME
noun
     feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim towards their captor.

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Garroth Ro'meave was only trying to go see his parents. He had never meant to end up in a situation like this. Yet here he was, tied up on a wooden oak chair in a eerily quiet dark basement with duck tape over his mouth and sweat dripping down his forehead. There was a brunette man standing on the other side of the room, bandaging himself from the bloody scratches that Garroth had given him. Garroth was walking to his parents house and saw that there was a shortcut through a fairly large yet dark alley. He had been so exhausted that day, he needed to take this shortcut or else he would've passed out. He was walking through the alley when he felt a pair of hands grab onto his face to cover up his mouth as an arm hooked across his neck. He began to scream and cry, trying to fight out of the anonymous man's grip but biting his hand harshly and viciously scratching him. But however, before he knew it the man had stabbed him with a tranquilizer which caused his mind to see stars and he knees to get weak. He passed out and the man dragged him away and stuffed him into the trunk of his car. Garroth watched the bandaged brunette set down a needle that doctors use to stitch up skin and pick up a black and empty sack. He was still drugged and a bit woozy when the blonde whimpered behind the duck tape on his mouth. The brunette looked over at him from across the room and the room was still extremely quiet as the tied up Ro'meave took in his features. He was extremely good looking, with his dark brown hair falling in his tan and freckled face. He had sky blue eyes and they were staring intently right into Garroth's. You could see that his body was toned and muscular through his black short sleeve shirt. Garroth would've asked him for his number if he wasn't tied up right now or if this man hadn't kidnapped him. There was a small blush on the blonde's pale and sweaty face as he looked back down to the ground in fear. He looked back up to see that his captor had looked away, back down at the bandage roll he was using to wrap up his bruised and cut knuckles. Garroth had also slammed the man's knuckles against a brick wall whilst trying to fight away from him. It seemed like forever to Garroth, the blonde just wondering worriedly about when his life was going to be on the line. At least he thought his life was gonna be in danger. He leans his head back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling with tears stinging his ocean blue eyes. He huffed out through his nose and whimpered silently while he tears streamed down his face. "Are you crying?" The brunette asked and Garroth jumped a bit, taken aback by the sudden sound of his luxurious voice. Garroth faced back down to look at the man, who was no longer across the room and was now a few feet away from Garroth. His captor was absolutely gorgeous and he had an expression of guilt and sympathy. The man reaches over and Garroth squeezes his eyes shut, afraid. The muscular boy peels off the duck tape from Garroth's mouth. The blonde flinches. "You are crying. Well, Garroth, it's okay. You'll be perfectly fine alright? I won't hurt you. I promise," He had a sweet smile on his face and he crouched down a bit to meet the tied up boy's eye level.

"Y-You already h-have hurt m-me," Garroth stammers in an angry and fearful tone. The captor sighs and runs his tan hand up Garroth's arm.

"I didn't hurt you badly."

"You s-stabbed me w-with a tranquilizer!" Garroth shrieks.

"All it did was make you pass out. You're fine. I won't hurt you from this point on, alright?" The man had his right hand on Garroth's tied up arm and his left squeezing the blonde's knee.

"W-Who are y-you?"

"Laurence. My name is Laurence."

"T-That's a pretty n-name..." Garroth has a small blush on his cheeks. It felt so strange to the blonde to feel somewhat safe standing next to the person that stabbed him with a tranquilizer and kidnapped him.

"Why thank you," Laurence chuckles and stands back up, walking towards the staircase that lead to what the blonde was assuming upstairs.

"Where a-are you g-going?" He stutters out. Laurence looks at Garroth with a grin.

"Aww, miss me already?" Laurence jokes, turning around and walking back over to Garroth. "Can I trust you not to run away if I let you out of this chair and upstairs?"

Garroth nods. "Yes."

"Hm. Alright then, I trust you. And even if you do try to run, I have alarms. But you'll have no idea how to get out anyways," Laurence unties Garroth as he speaks, holding his hand out to the not as afraid blonde. "Follow me," Garroth grabbed Laurence's hand and blushed at the feeling of the muscular hand. 'Why did you kidnap me? Why are you letting me roam around in your house? Why are you being nice to me? Why this and why that?' The blonde had so many questions he needed to ask. But he was then again, still alarmed and alert. He was just kidnapped by this man. He couldn't possibly trust the guy enough to believe anything he says. But at the same time, he felt like this guy was here to protect him. Why did he feel like that?

"L-Laurence?"

"Hmm?" Laurence hums.

"Can I a-ask s-something?"

Laurence looks at Garroth as they climb up the long ass staircase. "What is it?" He asks.

"W-Why me?" Garroth looks straight into his captor's sky blue eyes. A smile of sympathy slides itself onto Laurence's face. Why was he so sweet?

"Because I was told to. You have to live here with me from now on, Gar," Garroth blushes at his new nickname as Laurence continues walking up the staircase and into the hallway.

"W-What the– Are t-those elevators?" Garroth glares at the machines. Laurence smiles.

"Yes, they are. I have a very big house. Too much exercise to climb up and down the stair cases."

"We're i-in a m-mansion?" Garroth whispers and the bandaged brunette chuckles.

"Yes."

"And i-it's y-your mansion?"

"That it is. Look, I know you're probably very overwhelmed right now. But I'm not the bad person here. I was sent to come kidnap you, to keep you safe," Laurence begins.

"Sent b-by who?"

"Your father, Gar," The Ro'meave freezes up at the response he received, not expecting it at all.

"Why would m-my father want me to be kidnapped?!" The ocean eyed boy snaps, anger boiling inside of him slightly. His stutters were starting to relax as he was becoming less and less scared by the minutes.

"There was– erm– is someone coming after you. They want to get you for real, and hold you hostage and do terrible things. Your father sent me to kidnap you and bring you to live here because then if they wanted to get you, they'd have to have a not so friendly encounter with me first. And that's their worst fear," The muscular brunette explains, leaving Garroth astonished.

The blonde smiled. "So you're saving me?" He interrogates. Laurence chuckles and opens the elevator and steps inside. He clicks floor 9 and the elevator begins to move. "You have 9 floors?!"

"10."

Garroth's jaw drops, "Wow. You must be living the life, huh?"

"Of course, now that you're here," Laurence replies with a rose pink blush on his face and a flirtatious grin. Garroth giggles and looks away, blushing and biting his lip.

He liked Laurence.

"Come on, your room is this way," Laurence informs the blonde, exiting the now open doors of the elevator and trotting down the hallway. There were doors on the walls and such gorgeous golden decorations on the walls. There were maids cleaning and butlers working.

"Hello Mr. Zvhal!" A butler greets politely as both men pass by him. Laurence grins and nods, responding to the butler with 'Hello, Nate'. They reach the end of the hall to stop in front of two giant and fancy white doors. Laurence looks at Garroth and chuckles.

"Ready to see your new room?" The brunette asks and Garroth fidgets with the zipper of his short sleeve sweater and nods. Laurence opens up the doors and reveals one of the most pretty bedrooms the blonde had ever seen. It was a huge bedroom, with a giant and nicely made dark blue patterned bed with a big white headboard. The chandeliers looked like snowflakes and Garroth stared in awe. There was a flat screen TV and a table covered in flowers, two very comfortable looking chairs on either side. There was a huge sit in window seat, something Garroth had always wanted, the window showing a mind blowing view of the backyard and the giant garage and guest house beside the mansion. You could also see the city and ocean. Garroth felt like his heart was going to explode.

"It's gorgeous in here! Oh my– is this bedroom really mine?!" Garroth squeals, his hopeful eyes looking into Laurence's happy ones. The sweet and quite rich brunette nods with a chuckle, replying with a 'yes'. It goes silent whilst they walk into the bedroom and shut the giant doors behind them, Garroth walking over and sitting at the window seat as he looked through the glass window. Laurence stood near and grinned at the view. Not the city or the backyard view, the view of Garroth looking so happy. A surprisingly comfortable silence is in the room for a total of about 4 minutes before Laurence breaks it by walking over and pulling Garroth from the seat. The blonde stares at him lovingly. He wasn't expecting to get kidnapped and begin to catch feelings for his captor in the same day. But he did and oh man was he loving it. He felt so safe and loved when he was around this man, which wasn't normal for him.

They stare lovingly into each other's eyes for a few moments and Laurence cups Garroth's cheek into his hand, the blonde leaning into the touch. "You're really beautiful," Laurence murmurs quietly but loud enough for Garroth to hear. The Ro'meave sighs dreamily and leans in, connecting their lips and holding onto Laurence's neck, never wanting to let go.

He was once a normal man. But now he was a happy man with Stockholm Syndrome.

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