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stockholm syndrome

By Dilionn

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she sits quiet waiting for him to come back to her prison throw her a crust of sex a cup of cruelty at least it's attention he tells her it's love and she starts to believe him thinks she's fucking up and he only hurts to show her the way so she learns how to do things the "right way" his way... he says he's only playing when he throws her to the floor when she cries he says baby I'm sorry baby I love you and she begins to believe love is pain apologizes for his cruelty takes it on herself like a battered Christ shrouded in tear-stained wedding-white chiffon absolves his sin loves her tormentor even as he hammers nails through her wrists she is his prime defender as he strips her self away like birch bark Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 02:32 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1

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