Syrup Syndrome

He’s not just a man.

He’s my kidnapper. He took me like he was allowed to and now he’s locked me away.

His eyes are wild, his presence electrifying and he treats me like I’m his doll. He dresses me up, tells me what I can and can’t do and yet whenever he’s around, my heart beats like it belongs to him.

I can’t get attached, can’t fall for him but the more I fight him...the closer he gets, coming so close that the lines between right and wrong and captor and captive blur.

Contos / Romance