Stockholm Syndrome Juno stared at his captors, scared to death.Stockholm Syndrome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Their boss was playing lazily with Juno's cellphone, browsing through the contacts.
"Mother, brother... Who shall we call?"
Juno shook his head. He wasn't gagged but somehow he couldn't speak at all out of fear.
"Then I'll choose."
Juno sobbed quietly; his mother would definitely get a heartattack if she knew what had happened to him. The man dialed the number and put the cellphone to Juno's mouth.
"Say hello to her."
Juno shut his mouth tightly, refusing to talk at all.
"Come oooon, you brat, prove that you're here and alive."
The boys mother answered the call. Juno wept silently, hearing her voice repeatedly asking "Juno?" But still, he didn't reply.
The man disconnected the call.
"Allright, we'll send her a part of you instead."
Juno gasped. The man took out a knife and crouched closer to him.
"What shall we send?"
"How about a finger? Or might that be a bit too cliche? A toe perhaps? You've got ten of them, so one less would not
FlyingFluff. That's what Naima called it when she handed him the drug. Very powerful and extremely hard to get nowadays. Especially, in a pure crystallised form like this.Flying5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Angelo's fingers touched the little glass bottle in his pocket. That tiny bottle was filled with a small amount of white powder just about half an hour ago.
To think that he would go this far...
Three hundred milligrams was enough for an inexperienced human. More of this powerful substance would probably knock him out completely.
The young blonde vampire looked at his human companion. Was it just his imagination or did he look slightly dazed already? Angelo didn't take any himself, he just secretly slipped the drug into Alex' beer. He wasn't too sure if he should be mixing it with alcohol, but he knew that his uptight friend wouldn't drink too much anyway. That close-minded guy always obeyed the rules, never did anything illegal or even remotely suspicious. A real goody-two-shoes. "How boring..." Angelo thought to himself.