Literature
Welcome to Stockholm
I knew I never should have gotten into that car. That was my first mistake.
My second mistake? Falling in love with my captor.
But it was so hard not to. In the beginning, when I was so scared, he would comfort me. Never with touches, no sir. That probably would have had the exact opposite effect. No, he comforted me with kind, soft words. So soft, so sweet. When I curled up in the corner, crying and afraid, he left a blanket at my feet and whispered that everything would be okay; he wouldn't hurt me. He was only lonely, just so, so lonely.
He brought me good food and gifts. Told me I was beautiful. Gave me space when I