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