Stockholm Syndrome (def.)
Elle thought she was being led to the award ceremony’s green room. This was a lie.
As soon as she stepped into the room, she felt a push on the small of her back, and heard the door lock from behind her. Trapped.
And then, the lights started. Followed swiftly by the music.
Elle fought. Of course she did. She kicked, and screamed, begged to be released. But the lights and sound had no mercy, pounding their subliminal instructions into her mind, rewriting her thoughts, changing her core beliefs.
Two hours later, the door opened, and this was the sight that greeted me.
That look. That smile. That complete and utter submission to the lights and music. A party animal hell bent on seducing and pleasuring the one who had done this to her.
The one Elle now worshipped, totally and completely.
And soon, she’d be giving her sister the little push into the room…