forum One Hell of a Case of Stockholm Syndrome (EXPERIENCED ONE ON ONE) MATURE

Started January 14, 2019 by @Painted-Iris group

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The officer crossed his arms over his mouth again, huffing. “Honestly what? Don’t get irritated with me…”

"I'll feel how I wish, thank you," he stated, tone a bit cold and snappish. He rolled his eyes at the officer's posture. It made sense but didn't help his annoyance with the other.

(Thanks love)

The officer smirked at the demon’s anger. “Daaaawwww is the demon throwing a temper tantrum? Are you angry that I’m fighting back? Huh?” He shifted against the door.

As much as the demon wanted to protest, it likely wouldn't help him in said situation. He was in no mood to be teased, especially by a mortal. "You're not exactly in the best situation to be egging me on," he reminded, tone serious. It both ticked him off and fascinated him at how the other resisted against everything.

The officer growled at him through the door. “Oh, excuse me, Mr. Reality Check! What do you want with me, anyway?” He snapped, shifting his legs around and pressing harder against the door. Now it was annoying. Again. Stupid Demons.

(aHH)
The demon raised a brow, curious. He had thought he had been fairly obvious. Guess not.
"You're quite amusing. So, I've decided I'd like to keep you," the demon hummed simply.

(aHHH
HOw long are you on for?)

“Keep me?” The officer repeated. “That’s kinda blunt, huh? You hardly know me! What are you actually planning on doing?” His brain was conjuring up some really messed up scenes…

(AHHHH I really don't know because my parents are mad at me and technically I'm supposed to be doing math but I don't really feel like it)

"Ah, so simple minded," the demon chortled, shaking his head lightly. "I plan to know you in due time, dear. It's up to you on how much I'll have to use less pleasant methods," he finished.

(;o; be carefullllll
Don’t get groundedddddd)

“I’m not simple minded,” The officer growled into his arms. “And what do you mean by “less pleasant methods”?” The words gave him an unhappy lurch to his stomach.

"Hopefully you'll never have to find out," the demon replied in a sing-song voice. The officer had pretty much walked straight into that cliche response.

(Oh! You came)

The officer growled into his arms. “Ughhhh. So you kidnapped me from my life just to get to know me?”

"Man, you take the fun out of everything, don't you?" he deadpanned. While it was mostly the truth, the way it was put, dampened his mood a tad.

“Yes! When someone fucking kidnaps me,” He grumbled, trying not to make it obvious that what the Demon had said hurt his feelings quite a bit.

The demon opened his mouth to respond, but the officer did have a point. Instead he only groaned in annoyance. The man didn't even make a comment that the officer had managed to curse.

(fUCK)

The officer huffed, digging his head into his arms. The area between them fell silent as the officer refused to talk to his captor. He just wanted to starve in peace. Is that okay?

(oh yeah lol)
(in my story things go better but i have a plan for this
a: he gets taken back only to think of the demon constantly despite him not wanting to
b: mr.policeman's lover gets overly drunk and had to be taken to assist his issue somewhere for a bit with drinking and my boi drops by just to say his condolences and somehow they end up in each other's company again)

(Okay we can do b right

Except demon boi comes in and stops some abuse right and is like, “why the fCUK do you want to live here it’s awful”)

(oh yES)
Clenching his hands into fists, the demon let out a sigh. "I may be a demon but this was a shitty idea. I'm taking you back," he announced, running a hand through his dark hair.

(yeS MATRUE THEMES)

The officer straightened up against the door, standing up. “Really? Thank you, sir.” He huffed indignantly. “I would like to go home before I miss dinner.”

The demon let out a growl in anger before deciding not to make a huge deal out of things. The whole ordeal was about to be done and over with. "Hush before I decide to bring you somewhere less close to where you live," he snapped back.

“Well then hurry up!” The officer snapped back, ignoring the growl and the threat. He was itching to get home and make himself dinner. To finally have the bed to himself rather than sleeping on the couch…