Stockholm Syndrome (closed for wideeyedone)

[CFMB_fan]

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Stockholm Syndrome​

Davy kicked the door with anger, frustration as his voice boomed out

“Let me the fuck out of here?”

The door handle just rattled, the old rusty lock wasn't actually in use, Davy knew that. He had been in his ‘cell’ for two days now since he and his sister were kidnapped whilst on a trip to New York.

Davy sighed deeply as he walked over to the window, standing on a desk to do so. The view of the night time Manhattan skyline would have been breathtaking, if he was only free to appreciate it. From the view, he reckoned he was across the river in New Jersey, from one window he could just about make out the Statue of Liberty, not that he had any liberty at the moment.

Finally he returned to the bed, and laid on his back, looking at the tall industrial ceiling, the cobwebs hanging low from the fluorescent light fittings. He couldn't sleep, his body was too full of energy, his mind too active.

“Hope your alright sis” he mumbled to himself. He had not heard from her since they were separated shortly after they were taken by a group of men. He wasn't sure how many, but enough to push them into the back of a transit van, before being hooded, and then his wrists restrained by cable ties. As he remembered, his fingers subconsciously went to sooth the wrists. Since then, he had been in the rather large office room in some form of warehousing unit close to the river.

He saw a cockroach scurry across the floor, seeking refuge from the cell that he was contained in.

“Lucky Git” he mumbled.

He reached for the novel, an aging Tom CLancy affair, and started to read another chapter. He didn't mind Techno thrillers, but he had read the series as a early teenager, some 8 or 9 years ago.

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He heard the clatter of keys, of locks, before the door opened. He sat up, and and faced the door, his torso exposed. His clothes on the back of an old office chair, one castor missing, causing it to slant.

Slowly the door opened, and the small delicate and could be seen on the door edge, as it opened.

“Don’t be too long” was all he heard, obviously from one of the henchmen who had kidnapped him, and was now his captor. Davy just leant back against the cheap headboard, the newest piece of furniture in that old god forsaken delpitated office.

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[wideeyedone]

Sophie Carideo had grown up being told that her father was an importer of fine wines and olive oils. And on one level he was, but she had always suspected something else. She had grown up with bodyguards with guns and she had heard too many whispered conversations between her father and his employees.

By the time she was in high school and her older brothers were working for the Carideo family business, there were no more secrets. She was very aware of the business her father conducted. Her father discussed her brother's assignments at the dinner table.

She was rarely involved. Her father didn't believe women had a place in business. Her older brother, Frankie, had informed her that her assistance was needed. Her father had been paid to fix a court case. And he was kidnapping the grown children of a federal judge to make sure that happened.

Sophie was needed to cook for them, and to make sure her brother's didn't take any liberties with the daughter.

Sophie had tried to talk her brothers and her father out of the scheme but his answer was rage and when she continued, he slapped her with the back of his hand.

Frankie urged her not to fight with their father.

So, now she was cooking in the old staff lounge of a warehouse that her father owned through a shell corporation. She cooked for the captives and her brothers. First, she took a plate into the girl. She also brought extra blankets and some books to read. The girl wasn't staying long, once she was good and terrified, they were going to send her home with the ransom message.

Then she took a plate into the son. She had noticed him reading and she got a few novels for him to read. She would bring him more when she had a chance to find out what he liked to read.

Sophie was dressed in jeans and a black t shirt. Her long dark hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her face still bore a fading bruise.

"I have lunch for you." She offered softly. She laid down the plate on the desk and then placed the novels beside it.

"I brought you some books. I didn't know what you liked." She felt ridiculous saying it. She knew he must be scared and suspicious. "I am sorry this is happening to you, but they won't hurt you. Your father will do what they want and you will go home."

She offered with a shrug of her shoulders.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He sat up, still topless in the bed. He couldn't be bothered to cover him self up.

He had been kidnapped, held against his will. This was not a time for social etiquette. As such his broad shoulders could e clearly seen. Davy was no male model physique. Sure he exercised, mostly running and cycling, but he did do press-ups every day, as well as exercising his core.

As such he had muscle definition as well as some chubbiness. But whilst slightly overweight, he was far from obeast.

He wiped his eyes with the fingers as 'Sophie' entered. He assumed that was not her real name, but just a front to him. He saw her walk in with some food on a tray, placing the tray on the table next to him, together with some books.

"Morning" he offered. She seemed to be trying to be pleasant towards him, there was no point in being unnecessary rude.

"I have lunch for you."

"Thanks" he offered...

He looked at the pile of novels.

"I brought you some books. I didn't know what you liked."


"Thank you" he offered her a smile. "To be honest, I don't read much these days, but maybe I should. But I used to enjoy techno thrillers 0 I've read these Tom Clancy novels before, but still a good read.... But anything like that I guess... of books on photography techniques" he joked.

He placed the tray on his lap and started to eat the Pasta. He took a few mouthfuls as he watched Sophie. She was cute, the bruising on her cheek healing slowly.

He had asked her about that the previous day, but suddenly realised it was not a topic for conversation. She was wearing a black T-shirt, the wide scoop neck exposing her bra strap, what looked like a sporty crop top style bra. Her breasts were small but suited her frame, the T-shirt showing tension lines across the front and the side. Her legs were enveloped in tight skinny jeans, exposing to him at least, a rather twiglike appearance. Personally he preferred females with shapely legs.,

"This is good" he offered "But a tad more basil and garlic wouldn't go a miss" he joked, but an element of seriousness as well.

As he looked up, their eyes met, and he couldn't help but smile. If they had met in other circumstances, he could get to like Sophie.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophie smirked when he offered suggestions for her cooking. She was glad he was in good enough spirits to joke around.

"The kitchen here is not well stocked. If the boys had their way we would all eat hot dogs and potato chips." She offered with a laugh. She sat on the office chair by his door.

"Is there anything I can get for you. Do you need more blankets or a fan, something to make you more comfortable?" She knew it was ridiculous to try to make this better, but she wanted to help.

There was a pounding on the door. Sophie jumped and answered it. Her brother pulled her out into the hallway.

"She's ready. It's time." He growled.

They were sending Jessica home with the ransom request. She was terrified and rattled. They weren't asking for money. Jessica and David's father was a federal judge and they wanted him to come up with a reason to throw out the case against a Carideo high level man.

Sophie bit her lip as they blindfolded Jessica. She was sobbing. They had her repeat the ransom over and over again. Her brother loaded her into the back of the van and had Sophie ride along.

"It will be okay, they are going to let you go. It will be alright." Sophie reassured as they drove. Her brother took her to a city park and then raced away.

Sophie hoped Davy's father would relent and this whole awful thing could be over soon.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Davy looked a her as she stood, and followed the voice to the door her slender legs.

"Just use some common sense please, a fan, a duvet, anything to be more comfortable."

The room echoed with ghe sound of locks on thd other side of the door. He took a couple more bites of his brunch, before he lost interest.

Something was happening, but he didnt know what, but 20 minutex later is was all quiet in the old dock warehouse.

"Phys" he thought.

Momoments later he was in the press up position. For Davy it wasnt about speed, but rather style, posture. He ensured as much as he could his back was straight as he counted to six, by the time he had reached six, he had completedconly one press up.

After ten complete press ups, he rested before repeating but with a narrowerhand position...

Then it was planks and working on his core strength.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophie went back to Davy's cell with clean clothes, a soft comforter and a sack of books. She placed the items on the desk pushed against the wall.

She looked over at him and put her finger to her lips, urging him to stay quiet.

"They let you sister go. She is carrying the ransom message to your father. She was scared but they didn't hurt her. I promise."

She puttered around the room tidying up and collecting his dishes from lunch.

She wanted him to feel as comfortable as possible

She sat on the edge of the desk for a moment.

"I know this isn't ideal, but I am sure your father will put an end to it, soon enough."

She nervously picked at her jeans.

"I am sorry that this has happened to you and your family....I wish I could have made them stop." Her voice trailed off and she bit her lip. "I know I sound like an idiot."

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Davy was just finishing another set of ten press ups when he heard the sounds of the lock being opened on the outside of the door.

He ignored it as he did another couple of press ups, as 'Sophie' entered the room.

He looked up at her, her long skinny legs in her tight denim jeans, the fabric of her top taught across her breasts.

He was about to speak before she motioned for him to stay quiet, but she seemed to be able to read his mind.

"They let you sister go. She is carrying the ransom message to your father. She was scared but they didn't hurt her. I promise."

He just sat as he listened, remembering what she said earlier that afternoon, that he will be released if his father stops investigating their rather bullish illegal activities.

"Guess I will die here then?" he thought to himself as she placed the items on the desk, before leaning against the desk in front of him.

"I know this isn't ideal, but I am sure your father will put an end to it, soon enough."

"Thanks for the books and stuff." he said in all honesty. "All I need now is some music..... And you do not know my father. He is determined to put an end to mafia style activities in the country, and the corruption that help them to stay in place, and put all the associated scum into jail, or even hung! You might as well shoot me now." Davy spoke quietly but he hissed the word scum like a snake as he looked up at her.

He too has heard to much about organised crime and the outcome on city life.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophie sat down on the abandoned desk with a sigh.

"I didn't know that my father was a criminal for the longest time. I really did think he was a legitimate business man. I thought we had armed guards because we were rich. I didn't know it was because he was a criminal." Her voice was hard and her eyes were wet.

She wasn't sure what to say. Then the door flung open and her brother was standing there with a sour look on his face.

"Stop talking. Don't be stupid." He grabbed Sophie by the arm and dragged her out of the office. She bumped against the door frame and whimpered slightly.

Then he slammed and locked the door.

"Shit, Soph. Stop it. Stop being nice to him, stop spending time in there. He is probably gonna die."

Sophie shook her head.

"Father didn't say anything about that. He said this was just for a few days." Sophie's voice was soft and desperate. "You can't do this."

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Davy tried to sleep that evening, but to no avail. He wasn't particularly tired. He had not done much phys, nor had he done anything really taxing.

He thought about Sophia, and what she said. In all honestly he believed her; as far as her family had, until recently kept her in the dark about their family businesses, and activities. It is quite plausible that her family have legitimate business as well.

He was also relieved that at least his sister was now released, and back home with her, their family.

As he laid in bed, he could hear the sirens in the distance, the odd sound of a ship's fog horn as it quietly passed int he dark.

As he thought about Sophia, he started to remember her skinny legs, her small breasts. He needed to sleep, and his best cure for insomnia was a good wank.

Slowly he started to stroke his foreskin, thinking about a variety of females, but soon his mind was preoccupied with Sophia as he came in the wad of toilet tissues he had wrapped around his cock.

He slept soundly.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophie couldn't sleep. She worried about what Davy had said about his father not giving in to the ransom. She got up from her cot and found the keys to Davy's cell. She couldn't get him out of the building but she could give him some company.

She rattled the key in the lock. And then let herself into the room. He was asleep. She didn't want to wake him. She sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. She rested her head against the cot.

She opened one of the novels and started to read. She listened to his even breathing and did her best to relax. She read until her eyes were tired and then she curled up on the floor beside his bed and went to sleep.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Davy woke up during the evening, unsure why; the wad of tissue still next to his head on the improvised bed side table.

The room had its characteristic orange glow, from the lights from the high windows. As his eyes grew to the darkness, the shadows, he saw Sophia on the floor. It looked like she was in a pair of leggings and a simple vest style top.

He watched her for a few moments before he reached down to hear and gently woke her up.

As she mumbled in her breaths, he spoke quietly but clearly

"Sleeping on the floor will give you a chill, and back ache. Come onto the bed.."

As if still half asleep, she grunted.....

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophia was half asleep and very cold. She took his hand and allowed him to guide her to his bed. She slipped under the duvet she had brought him earlier and snuggled against his warmth.

She sighed softly and nestled against him. She yawned once or twice and then was back to her slumber.

She was emotionally exhausted and the comfort of being close to someone helped her rest. She slept through the night soundly.

But she was awakened by the city coming to life around her. She gasped when she realized she was in bed with Davy. She tried to extricate herself from his bed with out waking him.

She grimaced when she saw that he was awake.

"I am sorry. I just wanted to... I was.... I am not sure why I came in here last night."

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"I am sorry. I just wanted to... I was.... I am not sure why I came in here last night."

Davy sat up as he saw Sophia sitting on the edge of the bed; and wrapped his arm around her. He wasnt sure why he did that, but he sensed she needed comforting.

"It's alright Sophia....... I appreciate what you are trying to do for me....."

He looked at her side, her black tight leggings and vest op, exposing her toned physique...

"Dressed like that, you almost look like a cat burglar!" he joked softly.....

 

[wideeyedone]

She actually giggled at the thought of being a cat burglar.

"I am far too clumsy to be a cat burglar." She nudged him with her arm. "I can't really sneak around anywhere."

She liked the feel of his arm around her.

"Do you have any requests for breakfast, Davy?" Her voice was soft and honeyed.

She heard the door rattling and she practically jumped out of the bed.

Her eldest brother stood in the doorway.

"Your sister made the news last night. She was unable to identify her kidnappers or give a location, but she delivered the ransom message." His voice was taunting and full of derision. "This should all be over soon."

 

[CFMB_fan]

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The tall intimidating brother left the room. He must have known his younger sister was in the room, as the door was not secure.

Davy turned to Sophia who was now sitting up in bed, he arm full of goose bumps, and put his arm around her. He was starting to accept his fate that unless rescued, he was going to die. His father and colleagues had put too much effort in; his father had said at times one must be sacrificed for the benefit of the majority. It was now his turn to be sacrificed.

The fact that he had been kidnapped was proof that the criminal underworld of organised crime were worried.

He pulled her in close, as he rested his arm around her shoulder, just holding her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophia sighed deeply.

"I won't let them hurt you. If your father doesn't come through, I will call the police myself." She looked at him with big brown eyes. "I mean it. I know we will all get in trouble...but I won't let them hurt you."

She laid her head on his shoulder.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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As Sophia rested her head on his shoulder, his cock responded slightly in the confines of his trunks.

Hd wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. But maybe she was lesrning the value of life? That society cant be governed by force and corruption.

"Thank you" he whispered as he smiled.

 

[wideeyedone]

She sighed softly, her breath against his throat.

"I need to go get breakfast." She stood up and stretched. She arched her back and then bent at the waist and pressed her hands to the floor.

Then she stood and headed to the door. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him.

She made her way to the kitchen and cooked a large breakfast. She cooked bacon, eggs and hashed browns. She served her brothers first and then fixed two plates and brought them into the office that served as Davy's cell.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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He let his arm drop away as she stood up and walked away, her bum swinging from side to side in her tight leggings; a int of her bra visible through the armhole of her vest top.

As she left, the door clanging shut, he headed to the bathroom area and rinsed his face in water, before returning.

Moments later, he was doing sets of press ups and plan exercises, just keeping his core muscles as toned as he could.

He was still pushing himself when he heard the clatter of locks and chains thirty or so minutes later.

 

[wideeyedone]

As Sophia cooked breakfast her eldest brother leaned against the counter.

"Don't get too attached to him, sis. Something might have to happen to him."His voice was stern. "We have to go take care of some business, we are going to lock you in with him for a few hours."

Sophia nodded. She knew they were worried about her.

She served her brothers, and then took breakfast to Davy.

She placed his breakfast on the desk he used as a makeshift table. As she laid the plate down, the door closed hard and they could hear the locks and chain fastening.

"They are leaving for a few hours. They don't trust me here alone with you. They are worried, they think I am too attached to you."

She looked over at Davy with her big brown eyes.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Davy looked at the breakfast, and the slightly extra sized portions; at least it seemed to him.

He heard the clanking of locks as Sophie stood there...

"And are you?" he asked.... suddenly feeling he needed to elaborate further.. "Becoming too ataached to me?"

He paused...... "And is locking you in here with me going to help that fatal attraction... if it exists?"

He looked at her, in her usual leggings and vest style top, aware of her curves, the swell of her breasts highlighted by the tension lone sin the fabric, and her slender curves exposed by the tightness of her leggings.

He could see why any guy would fall for her, she was pretty, compassionate and intriguing.

 

[wideeyedone]

Sophia gave him a wry smile.

"My brothers don't think of me as a person that can be attracted to someone or attractive to someone. They think I am still a little girl."

Her voice was soft and warm. She looked at him with her big doe eyes. She took a few steps closer to him and laid her hand on his shoulder.

"Do you think my brothers are right?"

 

[CFMB_fan]

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As Sophia approached he watched her lips as she spoke.

"My brothers don't think of me as a person that can be attracted to someone or attractive to someone. They think I am still a little girl."

Davy thought briefly as she asked him before he replied... "Little no.. Petite, alluring quite possibly...."

He felt her and on his shoulder as she stepped closer, it seemed only natural for him to place his fingers lightly on her waist....

His eyes met hers as he looked down at Sophia on her black T-top, his cock stirring in his trousers...


"So Sophia...." he paused, inhaling deeply.... "Are you becoming too attached to me?"

He moved his right hand to her lips, lightly caressing them with his finger tips...

 

[wideeyedone]

Hiss voice was filled with a warmth and tenderness that she had rarely felt. The men in her life were brusque and dismissive.

His fingers brushed across her lips, a delicate touch that sent a shiver down her spine. An audible gasp escaped her lips followed by a soft, almost begging sound.

She pursed her lips and kissed his fingertips.

"More, please." She whispered. She pressed her body to his.
"Maybe I am too attached to you, because if the door wasn't locked I would ask you to run away with me..... and why would you run away with some girl with a criminal family and a father that controls her..."

Sophia sighed deeply and lowered her eyes.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Simply because you are a victim of circumstances......"

He continued to caress her waist, as she kissed his fingers as he teased her lips with them; his eyes locked into hers....

Finally he moved his fingers away from her lips to her cheek, cupping it with his palm, as the palm of his left hand cupped her right cheek, and brushed his lips against hers....

His breaths were short laboured as he kissed her with tender butterfly kisses...