01: Therapy

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Abigail's POV

They called him Skull or the death angel. Some said he was a serial killer, a murderer, though professionally he was just a hitman. What was so different about him? Well, his identity was a mystery, nobody knew what he looked like because he always wore different types of skull masks, all in the colour black.

"Have you ever seen who Skull is?" Demetria, my therapist asked  me as she continued writing down the information I'd been telling her.

"Yes." I said as I changed my position on the couch.

"Who is he?" She asked making very strong eye contact with me, her pen in her hand, very close to the note book as if ready to write down this high priority information. She knew that if she were to get her hands on the mysterious identity of Skull, she would make a lot of money and that's why she was so ready to jump at this opportunity.

It was a crucial moment, I had to decide whether I sell him out/ throw him under the bus, knowing very well that he would spend the rest of his life in prison, or I don't tell anyone because he trusted me with this valuable information.

I chose the latter.

"I can't tell you, it's confidential." I shrugged.

Her shoulders slumped and she let out the longest and most dreadful sigh I'd ever heard. It was obvious that she was beyond disappointed at my decision.

She took a deep breath to collect herself before asking the next question. "How did you come in contact with Skull?"

"I was one of his victims, he kidnapped me."

Demetria gasped when I said that.

I chuckled lightly, no humor evident in my voice though. "Yeah, he kidnapped me. I had been coming home from work one night and he kidnapped me."

"How did he treat you?"

I sat up straight and took a deep breath, while looking up at the ceiling, trying to hold back the tears. All the tears I'd been holding in, were coming back like a flood.

"It first, he was kind. He didn't treat me like a prisoner or his hostage, he treated me like a guest, a very important one. Though he was always wearing his Skull masks." I took a deep breath then continued speaking. "Four months of being treated like that, I had fallen head over heals for the man who I didn't even know, and that's when it happened."

Demetria handed me a box of tissues to wipe my tears. "What happened?" She asked after I had collected myself.

"We had sex." I bit my lip at the memory and Demetria smirked at that causing me to laugh. "Gosh, the guy rocked my world. That was the night I saw who he really was underneath the Skull mask. He wasn't just some ordinary guy, like I thought he'd be. Skull, was actually a famous business man, everybody knows him, he's constantly appearing on TV and he is very handsome, with the body of a god."

"Hmm, is that so?" She raised an eyebrow, I could see that something was going through her mind.

"Don't dig into it, Demetria, they say curiosity killed the cat. Skull is curiosity and he will kill you if he has to."

She sighed. "Continue please."

"Okay. That night when I saw his face, he told me to keep his identity a secret and I vowed to do exactly that. After that, we began having sex constantly. It was anywhere at anytime, in the kitchen, the living room, the shower, in the car. We never got tired, and other women wouldn't get tired too if  they got to ride Skull's manhood. Many of them have anyway, considering that the motherfucker was a cheating piece of shit."

"So you were in a relationship?" She asked.

"No, yes?- I don't know, we never discussed that." I sighed.

"How did that make you feel, having sex with other women, I mean?"

"It made me angry, because he would bring some of them to the estate. The mansion he was holding me hostage in and the women didn't even know that he was Skull." I groaned at the end.

She wrote the information down before she spoke. "Continue."

I sighed. "As I was saying, it had been four months since we'd started intimacy, which meant it had been eight months of me being held hostage in that place. And with that pleasure he gave me, came pain. He started abusing me, he would beat me almost everyday." I found myself silently crying again.

"The worst part is that sometimes he would even do it when his kids were around and I always felt so embarrassed. I mean they would hear me screaming from the bedroom, the things he did to me are unspeakable. He w-" I was sobbing as I told her this part but she cut me off.

"Hold on, did you say he had kids?" She raised an eyebrow and gasped when I nodded.

"How many? Hold old are they?" Her eyes were wide in shock.

"He has two 14 year old boys, they're twins. And there's another one, she's a girl and she's  16 but she's not his daughter. She's his niece but he loved and treated her like his own." I explained wiping my tears again.

I felt like it was becoming a pattern. Tell the story, cry, wipe tears and repeat.

"Wait, how old is Skull?"

"Early thirties." I shrugged.

"With 14 year olds?"

"Yes, he had them at a young age." I explained.

"So do they know what he does and who he is?" She raised an eyebrow and I nodded. "I think they've known for a long time because they didn't seem to be scared or surprised whenever he did those things to me."

"I'm sorry." She said, pity visible in her expression. "Please proceed."

"Even though he treated me like crap, somehow I still loved him. If anything, the love I had for him grew. Months went by and I got tired of the beating, I never stopped loving, I just got tired and for three months, I planned an escape. It worked and it's been four months since I left him." I sighed. "But the problem is, I miss him so much and I wanna go back."

She looked at me with wide eyes. Went over her notes and read the whole information she'd been writing down. "Abigail, I think you developed Stockholm syndrome when you were kidnapped."

A/N

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