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Stockholm Syndrome – Episode 1: Am I Facing My Opposite Character?
I was at the bar. Songs were playing, and rain was pouring outside the window. Everyone had come with their partner, while I sat there all alone. The doctor prescribed me something—said I had Stockholm Syndrome.
I was no longer a superhero. I used to save people, but… I was starting to get tired of it.
A door in front of me opened. A man walked in, drenched from the rain, his wet hair falling over his eyes. He walked arrogantly. The men in the bar, irritated by his insolent stride, spoke rudely.
Men: Hey! Do you think you have permission to walk around so arrogantly? This isn’t some random stable you can just barge into!
Yet, even as they spoke, the man didn’t acknowledge them—he kept walking, just as boldly as before. This only angered them further.
Men: HEY! ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING? WE’RE TALKING TO YOU!
The men stood up and approached him. One of them reached to touch his shoulder. Just as they did, the man suddenly slapped them and sprinted toward the door.
Seeing this, the men became even more furious.
Men: HEY! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING? COME BACK HERE!
They ran after him and rushed out the door.
Curious, I decided to follow them. I stepped outside and saw the men running to the right. After a moment, I realized they had entered a dead-end alley. When I reached the same alley, I saw a man in a brown suit, his back turned to me.
And then… I saw them killing the man with their bare hands.
The scene terrified me. I fell to the ground. A violent flash of lightning split the sky.
That’s when he turned around.
A man—his body covered in grotesque, tentacle-like appendages—noticed me. He smirked wickedly, like a true villain.
Tentacle Man: Well, aren’t you just adorable?
He threw the men aside effortlessly and quickly approached me. His gaze scanned me from head to toe, analyzing me. Then, something changed. His expression became sharper, almost mocking, as if he recognized me.
His voice dripped with sarcasm.
Tentacle Man: Hmmm? Shadow… It’s been a long time. Ah, you’ve changed—you’re becoming more of a woman.
His smirk deepened as he continued.
Tentacle Man: But be careful. If you keep becoming more of a woman, Manuh will start seeing you as one of those mature women… and leave you for someone his own age.
The moment he said that, I recognized his voice.
It was a voice I had heard before—one that belonged to someone from my past.
Wait!
Before I left the simulation…
This voice… It belonged to my school principal. My greatest enemy.
Mark.
And… my first love.
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Stockholm Syndrome - Chapter 2: A Romantic Night, Adventure, and the Police!
I blushed, completely bewildered by the situation. How could it be that the man I had a crush on was standing right in front of me? I couldn't comprehend it... How was I facing him? I had to defend myself against the monster immediately! Thankfully, I had brought my spray with me for dangerous situations. I reached into my pocket and pulled it out, but as I pressed it toward Mark, I realized it was empty. How could my spray run out at the worst possible moment? Could a girl be this unlucky? I had just embarrassed myself in front of the guy I liked!
Ah, I found a way! I needed to distract Mark to escape... But how? Think, think, Shadow! You have to use 90% of your brainpower. Aha, perfect! A brilliant idea popped into my head! To execute my plan, I took on an indifferent attitude. Clearing my throat and looking at him with a careless gaze, I said:
Shadow: "Eh! Umm, you've lost weight lately. Are you on a diet? I'm glad to see that!"
Mark, however, was unconvinced. His expression remained serious as he spoke in a stern tone:
Mark: "Did you really think you could fool me like that?"
Shadow shuddered at the sound of his voice and shook her head. Mark then continued:
Mark: "Good! Then I should pin you against the wall."
With those words, Mark grabbed Shadow and pushed her against the wall, moving even closer. His voice darkened as he whispered:
Mark: "Let's see how it feels to be close to your boss, huh? We've done this in previous versions of the simulation... Over and over again... We did all of this, and in the end, we had sex. We always did, didn't we? An unbreakable fate, right? But in the last simulation, you, Manuela, left me! That made daddy very sad! Hmm? Should I kill you with my own hands, just like I did with Lucas? Or should I just use you as a mere sexual object? I can't decide."
Hearing this, I became even more serious. I fell silent, lowering my head, unable to say anything. I couldn't hold back my emotions and started crying. Mark wasn't surprised; instead, he looked at me like I was a fool. With a mocking tone, he said:
Mark: "Ahh, oh my God! Did I just make the little lady cry? Now, what should I do? Should I use her as a sexual object?"
As he said his last words, his voice turned deadly serious. Shadow drew even closer, his lips nearing my neck, about to touch me...
But suddenly, a man appeared in front of Mark, pointing a gun at him. Behind him, police cars lined up, their lights flashing. With a firm voice, the man said:
Man: "Mark Blackjack! What a big surprise! Or should I call you the creator of the simulation?"
Mark recognized the man's voice instantly, showing no sign of surprise. He released me from the wall and turned to face him. With a smirk, he spoke in his usual casual tone:
Mark: "Well, well! Look who we have here! How are you, man? It's been a while! Looks like you've gained some weight! How’s your wife doing? Or should I say… White?"
White let out a soft chuckle. He was a tall, slim albino man with long, tied-back hair. Dressed in a dark blue police uniform and wearing a cap, he carried himself with a calm, intelligent, and gentle demeanor—like a father who had a daughter, at least in my eyes.
With his usual composed tone, White replied:
White: "I’m doing well. My wife is always busy with work. The business world is demanding, after all. At least she doesn’t run away from her job to flirt with other girls like you."
Mark burst into laughter, grinning mischievously:
Mark: "Ahhh, White! You're so funny! I wish I could be as funny as you! If I were a girl, I'd definitely fall in love with you! Do you like men?"
White, keeping his calm tone, replied:
White: "Unfortunately, I'm only in love with my wife. Now stop wasting my time! Surrender and leave the girl alone!"
The police officers stepped out of their cars. One of them approached me and took me to White’s side, while the others surrounded Mark, pointing their guns at him. Mark scanned the area carefully, weighing his options.
With a cunning smirk, he said:
Mark: "Ahh, fine, I'll leave the girl alone! But I will never surrender! Do you know why? Because I’m not an idiot like you! I can still have my fun with her later. No worries! Just like you can always cheat on your wife and have fun with her instead!"
As he finished his sentence, his voice grew lustful, his breath hot, and his gaze filled with desire. White, visibly disturbed by Mark’s perversion, turned to his officers and ordered in a stern voice:
White: "Kill him!"
The officers prepared to fire, their fingers on the triggers. But just as they pulled them, Mark suddenly teleported—vanishing into thin air.
-To Be Continued-
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