Stockholm Syndrome (WewuwexYukio Takamiya)

[Wewuwe]

This roleplay may contain dark themes!

Cursing, violence, torture, rape, drugs, sex.

 

 

"Sir, we found him." A large man said as he gently knocked on Sven's door.

 

"Fantastic." A smile grew on the blondes face. He stood up from his desk and opened the door, seeing a large body guard holding a smaller man. "I'm very impressed, you found him on such short notice." He clapped his hands together, pleased.

 

The body guard brought the boy over and pushed him down on the couch, linking the handcuffs the boy had onto the couch so he couldn't move.

The man bowed and left, closing the door behind him.

 

Silence flooded the room, then a small laugh came from the blonde.

He pushed back his hair and turned to see the boy.

He walked over to him and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, letting it loosely hang from his own lip.

"Hi." He smiled, lighting his cigarette, taking in a long drag, blowing it out his nose. "I'm Sven, welcome to your new home."

 

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[Yukio Takamiya]

He was very late. That was his first thought when he left the house that morning with a piece of bread in his mouth and carelessly thrown-on clothes on his body. With his bag slung on one shoulder, Steron sprinted down the streets to school. He dreaded the thought of going there everyday. Being too small for his age, he constantly got picked on by the larger guys at school. But over time, he learnt how to protect himself, they left him alone occasionally after that although his stuff still went missing.

 

Snapping out of his thoughts, Steron made a turn where the school was just ahead. He didn't acknowledge the two men standing there and ran past them. Unexpectedly, hands with a piece of cloth covered his nose and mouth and he blacked out without even feeling the chemical enter his system.

 

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Steron woke up when he was shoved out of the car. He heard the tinkling of chains but his vision was black when he opened his eyes. He heard men ordering him to move and giving him hard sjoves occasionally when he slowed down. Soon he heard a door open and once again he was shoved through the entrance. His chains were tugged at and he moved, following the force. The blindfold was removed and the first thing he saw were his cuffed hands chained to a couch. When Steron lifted his gaze, he was just in time to see the two men leaving the room and a tall blonde one walking towards him, a lighted cigarette in between his lips.

 

That was when the fear kicked in replacing his confusion. The man was sophisticatedly dressed and the room was richly furnished. Just these observations told Steron that the man was not someone to mess with. Had he done something to offend this man? Steron hurriedly looked down again, what did the guy mean by 'his new home'?

 

Steron didn't speak, choosing to keep silent in case he offended the man further. His mind raced through several possibilities in which he may have offended him. Could it be one of his schoolmates that he fought against? Was one of them related to him somehow? Who? Steron sneaked a short glance at the man and looked down again. Just who was this Sven person?

[Wewuwe]

Sven pushed his eyebrows together in annoyance at the boy's silence. "Hey." He reached his hand down and gripped the boy by his jaw, forcing him to look up at him. "Look at me." He smiled at the boy, taking his cigarette from his mouth. "What's your name?" He asked, his voices deep rumble like gravel.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron felt Sven's firm grip on his chin before his head was jerked up to look into the blonde man's eyes. His own oceanic blue eyes widened and he stuttered out his reply,"S-Steron sir." He didn't know if Sven would like him to call him by name, so he stuck to 'sir'. After all, in the movies powerful people always liked to be respected. If the guys in school could beat him up, this man could probably kill him.

 

"If I may ask, why am I here?" He ask after a moment's hesitation. If he was going to get abducted, he should find out the reason why.

[Wewuwe]

Sven looked at the boy, his face stern. "Just call me Sven. No sir." He corrected him as he sat up.

He took another drag of his cigarette.

"You're here because you live here now." He smiled, putting his hands into his pocket. "So, get comfortable. Because I own you now." He said casually as he walked over to the table and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"I saw you a while ago, and I couldn't stop thinking about you, so..here we are." He laughed.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron couldn't help the burst of anger at himself being claimed as property. His fearful stare turned into a glare,"I don't want to stay here." The man was sick, psychotic more likely. Abducting him just because he saw him? Nobody would be as crazy as that unless they were....well, crazy. "Let me go back," Steron said firmly. He didn't want to stay there. He would prefer being beaten up at school rather than staying there, not knowing when the guy's switch would flip. No one could tell what psychos like this man thought of.

 

Steron struggled with the cuffs, making clanking noises to show his dispproval at being restrained. At this moment, he wasn't afraid, he was mad. Because the reason for his abduction was stupid and childish.

[Wewuwe]

Sven set his glass down at the man's words.

"You know you don't have a say anymore about what you want." He growled, walking over to the boy and pulling is cigarette from his lips.

"I own you. You don't have a choice." He said sharply, bringing the hot end of the cigarette butt towards the boy's hand, hovering just above his skin. "Things happen when I don't get my way, soo... I'd tred lightly." He threatened, looking at the Steron.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron pursed his lips, it seems that he was treading on water. How far would this man go to make sure he stayed? He moved his hand slightly, away from the heat of the cigarette butt. The fear had returned but Steron wasn't about to show it. "What do want with me?"he asked quietly. "What happens if I stay?" Steron glared at the man again. "If you're going to make me do something I don't want to, I would rather you end my life now."

[Wewuwe]

"I don't understand." Sven said, pulling the cigarette away and taking a drag. "I just want you to be with me." He smiled, as if he had done nothing wrong. "You're staying here as my pet, you don't need to work anymore, don't need school. I'll take care of you!" He said, tapping his stick in a nearby ashtray.

"And I wouldn't kill something I care about. That would be such a waste."

[Yukio Takamiya]

Pet?! Steron thought indignantly. How dare this man! Steron stilled his breathing and tried his best not to lash out. He needed to stay calm and figure out a way out of this situation. "But you would restrain someone you care about?" He mumbled but fully intent on letting Sven hear him. If he wanted to stay safe, he had to pretend that he was willing to stay. The man was psychotic and infatuated with him, he should buy it. When the right time came, Steron would escape.

[Wewuwe]

"I'm only restraining you for now, I need to make sure you won't try to leave." Sven said, shrugging off his jacket. "I do have a fancy little collar for you though. Only I can take it off, and it has a tracking device in it, so if you do insist to leave, I can find you." He said as he opened his closet, grabbing a little black box. "But if I do let you out of those handcuffs I need you to behave." He said sternly, walking over to him. "Can you do that for me?" He asked, opening the box and pulling out a small, black collar.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron's heart fell when the collar was mentioned. All hope of escaping flew out the window. Had this man thought of everything before abducting him? How fearful. Steron displayed no emotion despite the turmoil in his mind. He forced himself to nod as the collar was placed around his neck. Just what did he do to deserve this? Was suffering in school not enough? Why was he even born? Steron fought back the tears and continued to stare forward. He would just have to think of something else then. He just absolutely refused to stay here for the rest of his life.

[Wewuwe]

"So," Sven pulled a chair over and sat in front of Steron. "I do have an extra bedroom, but i was kind of hoping we could share a room." He talked so casually, as if they were in a serious relationship. He pulled a key from his pocket, reaching over and unlocking the man's cuffs.

"C'mon I'll show you to your room. So you can freshen up before dinner." He grabbed Steron's wrist, his grip tight.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron flinched at the force on his wrist but followed nonetheless. He would rather take the extra room but the guy would probably flip if he said so. Sven was like pot of boiling water ready to topple any moment, one wrong move and Steron would get hurt. He had to tread carefully. "So, what do you do?" Nothing good obviously if he was so twisted. The mafia perhaps? They reached a large oak door. Truly, Steron felt really uneasy, was not getting himself killed really a good idea? Because he felt like death would be better that what he would face in the future.

[Wewuwe]

"Oh, I'm just the head of a financial firm." He said casually. "I run a few branches off of that as well."

 

Sven opened the door to a large bedroom with a bathroom built off it.

"I'll give you some time to be alone, I'm going to start dinner." He said, bringing the man into the room. "Tomorrow I can get you some new clothes, and don't worry, I'll get your stuff from your place in a few days." The blonde said, letting go of Steron's hand and opening the bathroom. "There's a bath and shower to freshen up." He said.

He turned and pointed to the window. "I'm sorry about the Windows, they don't open, my last guest tried to leave too many times." He frowned at the thought.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron almost jumped with joy. If Sven went to collect his stuff, then his family might know what happened to him. He pushed this new found hope to the back of his mind and listened to Sven speak. So another person also shared this room with Sven? How many people had this psycho abducted? "What happened to them?" Steron asked but regretted asking after that. If that person had tried to leave, surely nothing good happened. He sat on the bed and looked around the room for something but he wasn't sure what.

 

Sven had gone for dinner which means that he wasn't watched for the moment. He looked around the room for any cameras and there seemed to be none. Sven had informed him of how the windows didn't open, no point trying to escape. Besides, they blindfolded him when he arrived, he didn't kniw how to leave this maze of a building. It would no doubt take time during which he would be recaptured and punished for sure. Steron walked around the room just looking. He spotted a jade ashtray on the bedside table and lifted it before putting it back. It was heavy and no doubt expensive. Steron decided that it would come in handy some time in the future.

[Wewuwe]

Sven gently knocked at the door. He opened it, one hand holding a tray. "Hopefully you eat meat, I'm sorry if you don't, I can make you something else." He offered, setting the tray down, a small plate of rice and chicken. "Did you want some wine? I bought one of my favorites!" He said, overly excited. He sat down on the bed, motioning for Steron to join him.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Did Sven cook that himself? It smelt nice but Steron didn't say anything. He walked to the table and sat down on one of the chairs assuming that Sven would get angry if he didn't. "I'm underage, I don't drink," he replied. "And I don't think I ever will, alcohol kills your brain cells." He took a fork and poked it into one of the chicken pieces and lifted it to his lips. Sven probably wouldn't poison him right? He put it in his mouth and found it to be not bad.

 

"Do you have honey?" He asked all of a sudden. Steron always had a cup of honey mixed with water after every meal. It was a habit and besides, he loved sweet things. He probably couldn't live without them.

[Wewuwe]

"Honey? Why?" Sven asked, looking up at him. "I think I have some in the kitchen, I can grab some if you'd like?" He offered, standing up.

[Yukio Takamiya]

As Sven stood up, Steron did the same. He wanted to look around as they moved and memorise how the building looked like. "Uh, can I follow you? Its a bit suffocating to be staying in here all the time." It was killing two birds with one stone. First, he got his beloved honey. Secondly, he could get to know the place.

[Wewuwe]

((Omg I'm so sorry! I didn't even notice I didn't reply to this!))

 

Sven watched the man, debating on what to do.

"I have to keep you bounded, trust needs to be build before things like that happen." He said, before looking back up at the man.

"So, want me to show you your new room?" He smiled. "I'm sure you'll like it." He said happily.

[Yukio Takamiya]

((Haha...its fine. Actually, I was convinced that you weren't online the whole time.))

 

Steron frowned. How inconvenient, Sven was a tough nut to crack. He needed to be trusted before being allowed to move around? Then what did he need to do to gain the man's trust. Hopefully nothing too extreme. "Okay," he grumbled and followed Sven to see his room. At least he was getting his own room rather than having to share it with the other. His craving for honey grew stronger as he walked. "So can I still have that honey we were speaking about?"

[Wewuwe]

Sven nodded. "Sure thing, I'll bring it to you when we get to your room." He smiled, reaching a white door.

He opened it for the man and held it open for him.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Steron stepped into the room cautiously. The room was spacious and richly furnished. Up till now, Sven had been very hospitable but the the threatening incident from before still replayed in Steron's mind. The man had freaking held a cigarette above his hand. Had Steron made the wrong move, he might have had a permanent mark on his hand. Sven was like a fuse ready to blow at any moment. Steron had to play this game carefully. He didn't know how the man was like and what would anger him. He just knew that Sven was dangerous although he said that he ran a financial company. No sane person would think the way Sven did if they ran a legal company. No, Sven had definitely gone through much more than that to be able to foresee how people thought in difficult situations.

 

"Its a nice room. Even bigger than my old one,"he said, forcing enthusiasm into his tone to make it seem like he was happy staying there. "So I'll be staying here from now on huh?"

[Wewuwe]

"Yup." Sven smiled, proud of himself that Steron liked it.

"I picked out the furniture for the room." He beamed, walking into the room.

"The books are all your favorites too! S-so if you're bored you can read." He led the man to the bookshelf, "and the closet has your size clothes in it too." He said.