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’s eyes drooped against his will. It was like he was being sedated right there… like that he felt himself slip away.

The demon grinned at the man in his arms as he moved his limp form into a bridal style position, left arm supporting his neck and head. Walking further into the darkness, the demon spoke once again in his native tongue. There was a sudden flash as a swirling sigil printed with a star appeared only to give way into a portal. Afterwards, the demon stepped through only to appear outside an average sized home. Not caring that the policeman was unconscious, he spoke again in english. "Welcome home."
Shifting his kidnapped guest over his shoulder, the man opened the front door and then closed it with his left foot. Heading towards the bedroom, he set the sleeping man on top of the soft blankets and began to prepare something for them both to eat. Hopefully he had the time to finish cooking before the spell wore off.

When the officer woke back up again, he felt comfortable and warm around the neck and ears. A delicious scent was tickling at his nose like a beckoning lover, smiling and laughing softly in his direction. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head and blinking awake. He… he didn’t recognize the room he was in. Then the memories came back, and he started awake immediately, gasping.

The man hummed softly to himself as he began plating a quite fancy seeming lunch for two. He sighed, already dreading the demands from the other man in his room to leave. None of it mattered anyways. Hopefully his kindnesses would way off. Luckily for the officer, the kitchen was a few rooms over so the demon didn't hear him awaken.

The officer looked around the room immediately, looking for some place to leave. Unfortunately for the man, the windows seemed to be boarded up from the inside, and he had left his gun at the station. He stood slowly and opened the door to the bedroom, peering around.

The demon in the other room drizzled a light sauce to complete the plate. Humming in thought, he wondered what the officer liked drink wise. It wasn't fair to be stereotypical and pour him a cup of coffee simply because he was a cop. Perhaps water was a good idea, not knowing how worn out the other man might feel upon waking up. Spinning on his heel, the tall man went to take two glass cups from the dark tinted cabinets and pour a cup of water for them both. As an extra bonus, he also grabbed two smaller wine glasses. It simply made things a touch more fancy. Setting the table, he swore that he heard careful footsteps and the door handle of his bedroom jiggle.
He was awake.

The officer swallowed again, his adam’s apple bobbing and sweat forming lightly on his hairline. He pulled open the door, gripping the other side with a hand as he opened it painstakingly slow. He hoped the fiend wasn’t standing outside for him. Unfortunately for him, once again, he was.

Placing his hands lightly on his hips, the demon began his way down the hall at a moderate pace. Noticing the door slightly ajar, he hummed to himself lightly. Hopefully his prize knew to stay put. He lightly rapped his knuckles against the door, slowly for effect. Also because he was such a tease. Taking the handle on his side, he began to try and open the door. "Glad to know you're awake now," he said in a sing-song voice.

The officer felt his breath catch in his throat and he shut the door when the demon knocked on it. No company. He started when the demon started trying to open it and pressed back. He wanted to scream for it to leave him alone, but he didn’t. Yet. That would just make the thing happier.

(He would be so offended to be called a thing lollll)

The demon crossed his arms loosely over his chest. "Alright. If you're feeling a bit shy, I guess I'll have to throw away your portion of food," he called lightly with an exaggerative sigh. Pursing his lips, the taller man walked away from the door a few feet, hoping to hear the door open again. Maybe a protest. Something.

The officer leaned his weight against the door. “Fine! I’ll starve. I don’t care.” He sighed deeply in relief as his oppressor walked away. He wished the thing would stay away.

The demon hummed sadly. The words had only been a ploy to get the other out of his bedroom. Finishing his way down the hall, he took the second plate in his careful hands and placed it gently in front of the door. There was a chance that the other would go on his word and not eat however.

The officer sat against the door, shutting his eyes. His stomach already growled for food, but he ignored it with a sigh. Hopefully he’d starve to death. It was better than being forced to sit here.

(bITCH lASAGNA-)
Sighing, the demon walked away from the room, hoping that he might take the plate if he went far enough away. Sure, this hadn't been the best idea, but in comparison to himself, the mortal wouldn't live all that long. It was this or nothing. Sitting on his own, the tall man thought to himself as he nibbled at his portion of food. Perhaps… after a week at most he would let this drop. As much as the demon wanted to have the policeman all to himself, it hurt him to know he was unhappy. Until then, he would do whatever it took to make the other man warm up to him.

(biTCH LASAGNA)

The officer shoved his face in his hands, leaning more of his weight against the door. He really didn’t want to be here. The food outside smelled tempting but he’d rather starve than eat whatever his kidnapper gave him. He wouldn’t play his sick game.

(t-SERIES aiNT nOthIN bUt a BitCh LasAGnA)
The demon hummed in thought, thinking of ways to convince the man in his room to at least eat. He frowned, knowing he might have to sleep on the couch for quite obvious reasons. He could attempt to introduce himself, making him seem less of a creep. Was creep the right word? He did just kidnap someone…

(BITCH LASAGNA BITCH LASAGNA)

The officer hugged himself, still tense against the door. He wouldn’t sleep, eat nor drink. Whatever killed him faster would be the best. Probably lack of fluid would kill him much faster. Since death was really the only way out of this, why not?

Sighing, the tall man got up, deciding it wouldn't hurt to try. Noticing the plate of untouched food, he frowned. At this rate, he would likely attempt to go without water as well. A light frown crossed his features as he sat against the wall next to the doorframe. "I swear on my life it's not drugged or poisoned," he said softly. His tone was different than earlier. More tired. Sad even?

The officer tensed against the door, tightening his grip on his arms. “Sure,” He drawled thickly in disbelief, shifting around. “I’m not going to eat it anyway. You’re probably immortal or something.”

The demon chuckled dryly. "Or something," he said simply. Normally the first comment would have offended him. The man enjoyed cooking now and again and it tasted quite good to him personally. With his forced guest, he supposed the other had a reason to be weary.
"You really shouldn't try and starve yourself. I understand, but it's not wise to skip out on eating just because you don't like me."

The officer scowled though the demon couldn’t see him. “Whatever. I’m still not eating. And you won’t make me.” He relaxed more of his weight against the door.

The demon shook his head lightly at the comment. The officer sounded like a kid refusing to eat their vegetables. "No, I won't. I am however making an effort to be kind," he hinted. The tall man could only frown to himself as he expected an insult in responde.

“Kind?” The officer repeated with a snort. “Yeah right. Well you can shove your kindess right up yourbbun, you know that!?”

(ooo
Super tempted to make my boi say: It's pronounced ass, first of all
Butttt nah I gotta make him a tease)

"Aw, afraid to say ass?" he teased, a light chuckle filling the air. He thought that the use of bun was quite cute. Was the other unused to profanity? Surely he wasn't seeing as those he arrested probably cursed like sailors when they were caught.

(Lmaoooooooo)

“I shouldn’t be, for someone like you,” The officer snapped back immediately, his eyes slitted angrily. He didn’t like using curses outside of his job because… well he heard them enough in his own home.

The demon gave his reply with a show of mock hurt. "You don't even know me yet," he said, tone slightly less teasing.

(OH MAN I TYPED IN HIS NAME TOO EARLY AND YOU ALMOST SAW LOLLLL)