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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Ti hadn’t noticed until he had gone to take a sip. Until then, the bottom popped off and it exploded all over his lap. The man flew up out of his seat and the sandwich (R.I.P Sandwich) flew across the room and the plate shattered.
The officer jumped when he heard the crash, but didn’t go to investigate until Ti thundered into the kitchen. “Are you playing some kind of game?” He roared at his husband.

Smirking, the demon sent the rest of the bottle flying at the back of Ti's head. He hoped it would give him a taste of his own medicine. Hearing the impact, the demon decided to reveal his presence outside the window, expression a mix of anger and satisfaction. "Seems pretty fun to me," he said, loud enough to be heard.

Ti helped and grabbed the back of his head, then whipped around to face the demon at the window. The officer gasped at the demon, asking himself, What is he doing here?
Ti recovered his poise quickly grabbing a knife. “Who are you?”

The window being open, the demon leaned against the bottom of the frame, arms crossed on top of it. "I don't believe I should tell you with your whole anger problem there," he said cooly, gesturing to Ti with a finger.

The officer stepped forward, pointing back at the demon. “Stay back! Go away! I told you to leave me alone!”
Ti turned to his husband. “You know him?” He turned the knife to the officer, who simpered and stumbled back.

The demon's grin turned into a firm frown in an instant. "And I had agreed to that until I saw this asshole hit you. I can't believe you wanted to go back to someone who would hurt you," he argued, voice sounding slightly like a growl.

The officer huffed at the demon, though sweat was apparent on his lip. “It’s not your business! I’m handling it fine, and doing what he tells me!”
Ti huffed, waving his knife. “And that’s all that matters. He likes it here, with me.”

"Bullshit," the tall man shouted, completely furious. "Doesn't matter if I'm supposed to be here or not. If you truly cared about your lover, you wouldn't fucking hit him in the face, dumbass," he continued, now coming inside the window towards the man who called himself Ti.

Ti snarled and whipped around again, haphazardly flinging the knife at the demon with venom. The officer helped as the knife flew, grabbing his losr’s arm, who jerked him off and hit him in the neck with the elbow. The officer grabbed his neck and stumbled back.

The demon lazily caught the knife between two of his fingers. Spinning the blade, he decided what to do with the pitiful excuse of a man. People like him were the prime example of those who abused what little power they possessed. And it disgusted him. "That just proves my point," he says, gesturing with the tip of the knife towards the officer holding his neck.

Ti stumbled back against the table away from the demon, who was now equipped with a knife, spluttering stupidly.
“You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
The officer stirred from his spot and looked between the pair, and Ti glanced up at him.
“Come here!” The latter snapped. “You”re gonna help me, right p?”

The demon gave a hum in false thought. "Mmm, not if I don't have to, no," the man replied coolly, returning to spinning the knife. Looking back at the officer, he gave a glare, not as hard as the one he had given Ti. It appeared to have some sympathy in said look. "You've got the choice. I'm simply saying your… "Ti" should quit abusing you," he said as if making his own case.
If he wanted to live abused after this, then he would leave him be. Probably. Maybe. Okay he would be back, but less apparent than the current moment.

The officer simpered and looked down at his feet at the attention. He didn’t like being abused by the man he had loved, but it felt humiliating and stupid to try and put up with it more.
“I-I don’t know. I…” He shrugged.
It growled softly, crossing his arms. “I’, not doing anything to you!”

"Really, Mr. I'mGoingToSlapMyLoverForBeingLateAndNotEvenApologize? Or should I stick with 'Ti' for short?" he accused. Did this man really not understand how he was harming the officer? Hell, he was a demonic being and knew the importance of kindness.

Ti growled angrily at the Demon, huffing as he crossed his arms against his chest. “Whatever. Did I ask you, anyway? No.”
The officer swallowed nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing back and forth nervously. “I don’t really care.” Though he did, he just wouldn’t say.

"Doesn't make it right," the demon argued back. He felt a bit relieved that Ti had decided not to resort to more violence towards himself or the officer any further.

“It doesn’t make breaking and entering right either,” Ti snapped back fiercely, glaring at the demon, who looked relieved. “And what’s that look for?”

The demon rolled his eyes and walked back towards the fire escape that was just outside the window. Swinging his legs through, he returned to his previous position from before. "That better, drama queen?" he asked with a smirk.

Some odd part of the officer didn’t want the demon to leave. He wanted him to stay and help fix his husband, who he was close to getting a divorce with. Ti just wasn’t the same person he was all of those years ago, and he didn’t want to let him go just so Ti could hurt more people.
Ti huffed. “Yeah, whatever.”

"Glad you're able to be pleased for once," the demon teased, taking another (verbal) jab at Ti. While seeing the man so angry was quite a sight, it was still amusing to poke fun at him.

Ti huffed and opened his mouth to respond, but his husband interrupted.
“Um… Ti… I think he’s right. I can’t do this anymore.” The officer scuffed his feet and Ti turned to look at him.
“What do you mean?”

This surprised the demon, despite the words being what he wanted to hear. He simply just sat still, curious to what the officer would say.

The officer glanced up at the demon. Now he wanted the demon to leave, but…
“N-l-nevermind. Forget it.l