Stockholm Syndrome

His lips felt so soft against her flesh, so, perfect. She knew it was another dream that her fevered mind had conjured up, the feeling of sweat glistening off her body and the gentle way his mouth touched her skin, sucking the moisture from it.

“You have to wake up love, come back to me.” His voice was a distant echo, breaking apart in her ears like glass.

“I don’t want-“Sorrow murmured, smiling at his lips that accosted her. His touch was amazing, slow and gentle.

“Sorrow, come on. Please? You have to wake up.”

Sorrow reached out blindly to the voice feeling his rugged, unshaved, skin. That’s when the smile left.

“Harry?” She asked, hearing the voice sigh, almost as if losing patience.

“No, it’s me. Christian? Your boyfriend or did you forget so readily?” His voice was merely a loud echo in her head now-a nightmare.

“I-no.” Sorrow shook her head, blinking in the darkness of her mind and allowing the world she had denied finally burn alive.

It started almost like a smoldering flame, the smoke riveting upward and igniting the blackness in a light of blood red, veiling it behind a curtain of ash, the silhouettes faceless, dancing around shapeless objects.

Sorrow found a puddle of ink on the ground and let her hand fall into it, thinking of the object of her desires.

“A knife.” Sorrow smiled, gripping the tar as it created something strong into her hand. She pulled it from the ink hole and smirked madly.

“Sorrow? What are you doing?” Christian demanded, her body-from somewhere unearthly, far from where she was then, was knocked violently back but her body inside the blood illuminated shadowy world felt nothing. She was as lifeless as the shadows that now materialized in front of her. There were four of them.

She held the knife out, the blade long and sharp.

“Un-guard!” She yelled fiercely into the blood black world and took the blade, making a quick stabbing motion with it and got the unmasked figure- right in the chest.

“Holy fuck! Chris, are you alright? Jesus H Christ! Sorrow! It’s us! ” Axel tried as he head turned. Lifting slightly to the air.

“I can’t hear you, you’re not real.” She taunted in a sing song voice before making a slashing motion at the other figure, the one who tried to grab her-which turned to be a mistake as now she saw, with clarity, saw the ink spill from the exposed wound, dripping to the floor and disappearing into the blackened ground already at her feet.

“Holy fuck! FUUUUUCK!” The voice screamed agonizingly, vibrating her world in ear shattering volumes. Like before though, she was not deterred by the dream. She would NOT be a victim in her dream world anymore.

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it asshole? Huh! Liar!” Sorrow accused the screaming voice before taking a swipe at his throat with the knife, only barely missing as he dropped to the ground and melted into the soulless mass of black.

“Oh God, holy fuck, dad? Don’t just stand there, do something!” Christian pleaded to the other black figure who just stood there and didn’t move. He only chuckled and that caused a groan from the other three faceless shadows.

“I have a sedative in my bag but-“Angel started, his voice dropping silent noticing the girl couldn’t see on the ground.

“Dad can’t save you, no one can save you.” Sorrow laughed, taking a swipe at the other figure who jumped back in exclamation, seeming to stare at her with the same empty soul.

“She’s possessed-Angel, dude, what kind of drugs have you been giving her?”

His voice dropped off in the distance, almost like someone lowered the volume of the TV with a remote. She didn’t hear the reply and that made her angrier.

“Speak up, cowards! Who are you?”

Angel groaned, having to keep his hand to him from bleeding out.

“Sorrow, please-it’s us. It’s Angel, Axel and Christian.” Angel pleaded but she wasn’t fazed, her look was calm, cool and collected.

“Where’s Harry? I want to see Harry!” Sorrow yelled to the shadows, who only remained still and silent. The one, Jason, never moving from his spot.

When they didn’t answer she took another swipe, only for one of the shadows to grab her hand wielding knife.

She turned briskly and punched the soft velveteen figure in the head – his blanketed body disappearing like a cloud of smoke.

“Fuck a midget, she knocked the poor son of a bitch unconscious!” Axel exclaimed, moving his body cautiously to the one who stood stock still.

Sorrow felt intense anger. It was all distorted but she knew what she felt and she would be damned if they were going to mock her.

“You want to see Harry? Is that really your last wish, darling?” The darker figure asked, seeming to nod his faceless head to the two remaining figures. “Very well, let her cut him up into tiny pieces.”

“I’d never hurt him!” Sorrow bellowed, seeing the two shadows step back further, away from the long blade.

“You would, if I wanted you to.” The voice seemed to growl from the dark depths of the faceless human shape.

Sorrow’s hand seemed to go slack and she eyed the tall shadow, her face unreadable.

“I’m not sure provoking her is the best idea, boss. If I may say?” Axel apologized, but kept his eye on the girl.

“She’s not going to do anyth-“

Sorrow waited for her moment, the rage that had been building up to the point of overrunning.

She took a quick step forward and with as much force as her weak body could manage, she plunged the sharp blade into the dark shadow’s heart, hearing him gasp, falling back and disappearing.

“Dad! Fuck, dad!” Christian screamed, as she felt her body being pulled out from underneath her. It took a well-aimed kick to her knees but she finally went down, unable to fight what she couldn’t see.

Slowly, trapped with her hands above her, Sorrow saw the faceless figure crawl unto of her, his silky touch sickening her and the dark faceless hole where his face should have been.

He leaned over, whispering into her ear with hateful rage.

“You will pay for that, you’re going to pay for it.”

She went to reply but found her voice had been stilled, his silky grasp closing around her throat to the point she almost passed out.

It was only with the other voice’s pleading and her knee that she forced into the dark one’s groin do hr windpipe open again, but that still wasn’t enough to stop the enraged figure. With Christian’s rage he was on top again, holding her tightly to the floor, almost for what seemed like forever.

“Tie her up, put her with Harry. Something has to be done-if I can’t trust her free, she will be treated like the animal she is,” Christian growled, rolling from her and kneeling by his father. “Dad? Dad, can you hear me?”

“She’s sick, you can’t lock her in the basement, the basement is not insulated enough, she’ll die!” Axel exclaimed as the voice turned deep.

“She killed my father!”

“She-“ Axel tried but was silenced with a sharp punch to his jaw.

“I will not be disobeyed! Tie her up, put her with Harry!” The voice bellowed before leaving all together, his voice agonizing a loss.

Sorrow just smiled up in her feverish state, her eyes seeing everything and nothing, all shadowed in red, all blood lit…all dead.

The cuffs that encased her wrists minutes later were soft, like clouds guiding her arms behind her. They were confining but not uncomfortable and with her mind so drenched in hysteria, she didn’t even notice.

“Oh Sorrow, why?” Axel sighed, taking his phone out and texting, the beeping sounds catching her interest briefly.

“Because I wanted to see Harry-because I want to be free.” Sorrow replied to the disfigured voice that kept cutting in and out. She knew the voice, she knew…

“You may get your wish doll face. Kohl’s on his way.”

Sorrow began to laugh, her body turned on its side now and her hands restrained in the back by dark clouds.

“Kohl’s dead, we’re all dead! ALL dead!” Sorrow laughed, seeing the faceless figure kneel beside her, a syringe with black tar insight of her vision.

“It’s time to go to sleep Isis, you’ll feel better when you wake up.” The faceless shadow promised, injecting her with the hot burning liquid.

Sorrow moaned but didn’t fight it. She didn’t understand the figures, she understand the people behind them-not the shadows, not the blood. It was death…maybe her death?

“I don’t want to die.” Sorrow gasped out, feeling the black tar run through her veins shutting her mind, her sanity, down again. She fought the drug for all she was worth.

“You won’t die-you can’t. Go to sleep Isis, you need to sleep so you can get better.” Axel sighed, petting the side of her face with the back of his hand, his strokes calming and gentle.

“Sorrow. M-my name is Sorrow.” She cried, finally losing the battle with consciousness. She began to float away, the red blood land that had come alive in her mind was reverting back to darkness, back to smoke and finally much to her relief, nothing.

Notes

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