All Chapters of Stockholm Syndrome: His Prisoner: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

After I woke up from my sleep, I dragged my hands over my face feeling very sore. The room was in the state I’d left it and I groaned.I spent a good hour trying to get the room back to what it was before my outburst. It was still quite early but if I wanted to have the place ‘sparkling’ for my jailor, I couldn’t go back to sleep.Once I was done, I went into the main living area and saw Alejandro sipping what seemed to be coffee, but that wasn’t what caught my attention.It was the bags on the chair, there were several and my brows shot up to the roof of my head.‘Are you travelling?’ I wanted to ask but I was giving him the silent treatment for what he’d done so far.Instead, I completely ignored him and went into the pantry to get started on work – his work. Before I could take two steps forward, he spoke.“These are yours.” I snapped my head towards him and confirmed that he was actually talking to me.“What?” He gave me a look and I rolled my eyes at him. He didn’t repeat himself

For the next couple of days, I mourned Anselmo and avoided Alejandro like a plague. I didn’t cook and I didn’t clean anything, he could shoot me for all he wanted. He shouldn’t have killed an innocent man.I pushed back the part of my mind that threatened to question everything I knew, there was no fucking way that Anselmo was watching me for 4 years, it just wasn’t possible.I sighed as I got out of bed and prepared myself for the day. I realised that staying in my room all day and night just made me think up the worst things possible and I would welcome any distraction. The bathroom hosted me for almost an hour before I decided to get out. I picked out very short shorts and a tank top because the heat was still terrible, even my hair was up out of my face and up in a bun.I opened the door slightly, checking for any traces of Alejandro but the house was silent as night. I heaved a sigh of relief and found my way to the living room, it was empty as I suspected, there was no one in si

My brain seized functioning even as Alejandro rounded the corner, he stopped walking immediately he saw me standing like flagpole.“What are you doing here?” He peered behind me, looking straight at the door I was backing and frowned.When I didn’t answer, his frown only deepened, he took a step further and my flight or fight mode kicked in out of fear.I ran past him, downstairs and then into my room, my chest heaving as I crashed to the floor. If I hadn’t been running for my life, I would have laughed at the shocked expression on Alejandro’s face – but what the hell had I done?I ran my hand through my hair, I looked up when I remembered I was holding something, “Oh, this…” I almost chuckled to myself at how rumpled it looked now.“Wait…” I searched frantically through the papers and realised one was missing.“No no no no…” Of all the papers that could have gone missing, it was the one I’d drawn of him. My mind started to run through many possibilities.‘would he find it? And if he d