Ouch… Uh… Where… How…? My mind’s fuzzy. It’s dark, and I can’t see anything, like if I was blindfolded… no, I really am. I can feel the rough touch of fabric over my face.

  Where am I? My head hurts… Why? I could hardly remember my name or who I was, and everything else was shallow. My body warned me every time I tried to focus as if to tell me that it didn’t matter and that staying conscious was its only concern.

  It was silent, or at least, all I could hear clearly was the steady beat of my heart and my slow breathing.

  Occasionally, I could still faintly perceive some sounds that did not belong to me. They were barely audible, and I could not figure out their nature or origin in space. Sometimes short-lived, fading right away, or continuous and akin to background noises, they made it impossible for me to find out what they corresponded to.

  The intervals separating each appeared random, beginning again only after a brief delay or making me aguish for what seemed an eternity.

  The whole thing made me doubt and ponder, wondering if I was not simply making them up. Were these a figment of my mind? Or the result of a nearby living being? Bah… it didn’t matter. It could’ve very well been both at once, and thinking about it any longer would not fail to increase my uncertainty…

  I couldn’t move. It seems I was all tied up… Anyway, I was feeling completely numb and wouldn’t be able to lift a finger. I couldn’t speak, and my mouth was sealed, but I was so weak I would not have been able to utter a single whine.

  Tap tap tap tap tap

  Again… The noise came back to taunt me. Barely strong enough to make me believe it was here but too dim to ignore it.

  …

  Time passed, and I fell asleep, woke up, slept, and woke up again in an endless cycle that repeated itself and made me lose the concept of time.

  Eventually, I regained some energy, enough to disregard my body's attempt to plunge me back into sleep. Some of my senses returned too, and if I was still groggy and dull, at least I could now focus a bit.

  I was now confident that the sound that was still haunting me existed. It was he who rocked me, and it was also he who disturbed my rest.

  I could now hear other things too… Voice? Footsteps? And… grumble, growwwl My stomach. I was hungry. I didn’t know how long it's been. My only references were the number of times I fell asleep… No, even there, I couldn’t keep the count and stop from trying.

  It’s probably been a while because it seems I had peed myself at some point. I didn’t know when, manifestly, during one of those periods of slumber I had.

  I wanted to cry, but no tears came. ‘Now I’m thirsty,’ I thought.

  They’re not going to let me die, will they? Not that I know or remember who or what brought me here, but I must surely have keepers, right?

  But it seems it was not the time yet to give me an answer. I was left alone… time passed again, enough to let me put together pieces of memory and souvenirs.

  I was a bad girl, arrogant and proud. I should’ve listened, I should’ve understood, I shouldn’t have been hasty and narrow-minded. But, bored of everything and tired of my mother's reprimands, I sought change.

  I was blinded by romance, and my mind had plenty of tales and epic chronicles in storage. I ran away from home full of hope, expecting to find what would get me out of my white prison, only to find the unexpected and finish in an actual cell…

  Tap tap tap

  I miss you mom…

  …

  Good new; at least it seems I had some working senses left. I could feel the hard and cold floor beneath my body. Bad news; I was starting to feel what were only light sensations until now atrociously.

  I’m freezing cold and ache all over. I’m smelly, and the wet straw underneath sticks unpleasantly to my skin. Everywhere else, where my bare skin is left uncovered, It itches me like like crazy.

  But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t scratch myself or stretch my muscles like I wanted. The only thing I could do was to endure and breathe the stale and smelly air.

  I'm going to throw up… … … Where are you then, my hero?

  Tap tap tap

  This time, will this noise lead me into slumber? Or will it prevent it? I wonder…

  Tap TAP TAP TAP Uh? click, creakkkk

  The total darkness suddenly disappeared. I couldn’t see yet, but at least I perceived light through the tissue. This sudden glint acted as a glimmer of hope, but it also brought worries and fears along with it. A thought about what would happen from now on came to my mind. Only at this moment did I think, ‘What’s next? What awful fate could possibly await me? From whom?

  I couldn’t remember well, but I think I was kidnapped. Why? Did they want something from me? From my guardian? From my mother? Money? A means of pressure? Or did they want something from me?

  Though there was a possibility they would sell me, the idea that they could’ve been coveting my body gave me chills while the panic blocked my breath. Maybe they would use me until they feel satisfied, or until I break… or die… But perhaps I was worrying too much. Seeing how they left me alone so far, maybe I was just a toy meant to be thrown away once they were done.

  In fear, I curled up as much as possible, pointlessly trying to hide from what was awaiting me. If only I could disappear… Mom? Hero? Anyone, please… I beg you…

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  “Wow! It stinks!! They truly did it, these bastards! Or rather, they didn’t. Are you alive, miss?” Someone, a man, broke the silence and answered my anguish.

  “...” I didn’t dare to respond, or more likely, I couldn’t. My tears, which were unwilling to come until now, were surging out. I felt that if I moved an inch, I wouldn’t be able to contain them any longer and would burst into tears.

  “Is she? How much drug did they use? If you hear me, I’m gonna unfold you and take care of your needs. Don’t make any sudden movements, and be obedient. You can’t change anything, and even if you could, nothing would really matter. There are tens if not a hundred beasts in a rut out there.”

  Will it be okay for me to cry? As he said, nothing was left for me to hope for… But I was too shy for that, and above all, I wanted to retain the little dignity I had left. If I were to lose everything, I would like to make it like in those stories I loved so much by staying strong and keeping the faith until the end.

  “So better stay still, or you ain't gonna make it. For once, I’d prefer not to deal with a wrecked body and broken soul. Be wise, and I will even wash you clean and give you acceptable food.”

  The man removed my eyefold and the strings restraining my limb, and then took me in his arms before carrying me to a small pile of hay. It was only a little more comfy and thick than the few strands that covered the cell ground, but to me, it felt like the best mattress I had ever laid on.

  He looked like a teenager, even younger than me, but with a quite strong stature already.

  He removed the stuff that was blocking my mouth, and– ugh “…Blaaaaargh!” barf

  My tummy took it as an authorization, if not an invitation, to empty the little content he had left, projecting bile everywhere but not far. Mainly on myself and him, actually.

  Cough–barf–cough!

  “Ho my… It seems they really went overboard with the drug and left you unattended for too long. Sorry, missy, hold on and breathe slowly. I'll take care of the rest.”

  Without paying attention to what had hit him, he started to strip me naked with an expert hand, paying extra attention not to damage or rip my clothes. Why? They’re long past any recovery possibility at this point. Was he still trying to save what he could?

  Or was he only just enjoying the moment to the fullest … Casting his lustful gaze on me while running his hand over my skin…

  I let him do as he pleased without any resistance, and slight shivers and cold creeps were my only reactions. His hands were rough and wandering, yet gentle and warming. His gaze was lew and pleased but also anxious and concerned. Furthermore, he seemed satisfied and did not seek to go further.

  Maybe he would be kind to me if I endured and stayed still. I knew some would prefer tears and screams, and I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but he didn't seem like that kind of person to me.

  Perhaps He would treat me like a human, even nicely, in exchange for some cooperation. As long as it doesn’t hurt… I may not be willing to go all the way on my own accord, but I could try to please him and cope with what would happen… could I?…

  Then, after he stripped me naked completely, he covered my shoulder with a crude but warm blanket and proceeded to check all over my body with attention… I was at his mercy, ready to be toyed, abused, or even eaten at once…

  Couldn’t he wash me beforehand? I really wish I could have a proper first time… Or at least one that would look like it.

  But it seems it wasn’t the time yet. To my great surprise, he didn’t try anything else, nor did he linger on my feminine assets more than the rest. After having felt and checked different locations on my body, he stopped himself with a nod. He moved away while looking at me intensely as if he was engraving my image into his memory, and then he went away, leaving the cell with my soiled clothes under his arms.

  Was I in such a bad state that I couldn’t arouse him completely? But he definitely enjoyed it… Maybe I stink too much? He said it when he first entered, and I could smell it myself, even though I was used to the odor. Would I be allowed a bath in the end?… No… that would have been too much of a dream… I suppose that a bucket of water and a rag would be more than enough.

  “… It’s warm...”

  I hope the blanket was not an oversight. He won't come and take it back, is he?

  …

  “Great news, you are perfectly fine, in bad shape but unhurt. I feared they'd have broken something-- Hey? Did you fall asleep, miss? Sorry, but can’t, or you will catch a cold. Here, eat a piece of bread first while I clean this mess and make you a proper cell… Ah, nothing’s against you, miss, you didn’t have a choice. It’s all these dick-head’s fault.”

  Apparently, I let loose for a moment and fell asleep once again. I don't know how much time passed, but the man returned without making me notice, a bowl of what looked like gruel in one hand, a bucket of water, and a rag in the other. Just like I was thinking… Wait, he said the place, not me? And I’m fine? Was he only looking for injury? Had I misjudged him?

  I took what he offered me and ate slowly. Even though my stomach screamed to be filled, I savored the moment and the hot food. Looking without speaking at the teenager washing the cell’s ground with plenty of water and rub. Suddenly, I felt ashamed. As he said, I couldn’t help it, but even so…

  “Have you finished your meal? Can you speak, by the way? You haven’t uttered a word since I’m here. Or are you deaf? They didn’t tell me a damn thing about you.” His query startled me and made me flinch.

  Did he truly care about me? Was it out of sympathy or for me? Or was it to trick me?

  “Ah!...y...yes? No! I mean, I can speak, and I’m not deaf. Sorry…”

  “You were scared, don’t cha? Don’t worry, in this den full of wolves, I’m the only cub around. As long as you don’t make things difficult, I will make your life easier. When we are alone, don’t bother and speak your mind. Just pay attention if others are present.”

  “R...really?” I wasn’t expecting that. Was he serious? or in the process of fooling me?

  “Yup, I’m younger than you anyway. Even if I’m your warden, you can speak freely. Any wish to celebrate our first meeting, by the way? I can’t free you or anything, but as long as it’s not going against your captivity, I will do my best. I swear on my name!”

  “ehhh… Can I have a bath? Or clean hot water? I would like to wash. And you swore on your name, but I still don’t know it yet. How should I call you?” I spoke without thinking, without restraint, blindly believing in his sincerity with all my heart.

  He wasn’t going to ask me to repay him afterward, was he?

  Maybe when he said I was free to talk my mind, it meant I would have to be honest about what I would feel later when he would be using my body?... I was doubting his motive now, as I was doubting my choice. Yet, it was too late to ask for confirmation. I just wish I could have my bath in both cases…

  “No problem, you won’t find a bath nearby, but I’ll fetch the basin used for laundry. As for my name, nice to meet you. My name’s Finn, but everyone around calls me Puppy.”

  “Pff Thanks, I’m Aurélia.” He managed to get a smile out of me. Who cares if he was playing with words? I was bound to endure what would happen anyway.

  We then proceeded to accomplish my dream: a hot bath with clean water, along with a new set of clothes. They were simple and rough but different from what I had expected. No rags nor slave attire, but proper female clothes, although a little too big for my stature.

  I felt at ease, maybe not in security and without fear, but at least I was in peace of mind. That’s why I let slip the lewd and intense look Finn gave me while I was bathing, as well as his fondling lost hands.

  I didn’t misjudge Finn ultimately; he was truthfully a pervert. But that's probably the best I would find around and the closest thing to the hero in my story. I wasn’t a picky girl; some(my mother) would even say that I was rather an easy one.

  Extract from Stockholm syndrome, or how to make a miss fall in love, unpublished bonus content.