Calm Down's! Mr. Psychos!
Stockholm Syndrome

One Week later.

Lucas grabs the girl's hand, someone who has recently undergone chip removal surgery and then begins his therapy.

"Luc? They're freaks! I ain't sick! I'm healthy! But why do they keep giving me that medicine!" his words were immediately pitted against the man who was currently coming to his room once again.

"Anna? You can be a good boy, right? Isn't her usual you're a submissive?" said the man who certainly knows if the girl has started undergoing her treatment cycle.

"But they come every day!" anna said once again when the doctors who came to give the strange medicine were already two days ago.

Lucas said nothing, now pulling a small body and sitting on his lap.

"That means they're bad boys? I should scold her?" his words were like talking to a child because he knew how to win someone.

"Luc..." Anna called out softly, that was not what she wanted but rather she wanted to get out of one spacious room yet to her it was so nauseating.

"Yes? Why?" the baritone's voice looked lower and spoke softly at her.

"We can go home? I don't want to be here." he murmured softly.

He realized wherever he lived he was only a bird in a cage.

But there is a better cage, right?

Compared to one room that looks luxurious like a room in a tower, he prefers to be confined in a palace-like mansion so that it can step on his feet on the grass.

Lucas said nothing, of course because the girl had to undergo intensive care to recover faster which made her force her to stay in a room similar to the hospital atmosphere that she hated.

"Why? Are you bored here?" ask the girl.

"I'm alone, here." she said softly in a deep voice.

When he was 8 years old after the attempted murder of his biological mother, he was treated in a cold hospital room alone with only a few doctors and nurses who came twice a day to check on him.

And the silence was certainly imprinted in his memory that made him so hated the atmosphere of the hospital even though he was now in the laboratory of the big company.

"alone? Who said that? You're not alone" said the man who looked at the girl.

Those blue eyes were trembling, he said nothing for a while.

"After what we've done you still think you're alone? Hm?" asked Lucas once more and kissed the cold, pale cheeks.

"But if Luc could see colors instead of her I wouldn't be needed anymore?" her question was that the man only wanted her beauty and color without her knowing now the man in front of her already had a normal view.

Lucas raised his knotty smile, staring at a face that looked innocent yet so staunchly upon a hard life.

"I told you I like you, right? I'm with you, so you're not alone anymore" she said, saying something that came from her heart.

Sounds sweet but it's not a seduction at all.

Anna was silent for a moment, she was afraid and wanted to get out and run as much as possible but she was not alone?

Should he trust her?

The words of the man who wants his eyeballs, wants his life and wants his life.

Would it be the same as her adoptive parents who also said the same thing then went back to dumping her in the orphanage again?

But that's not a bad sentence for someone who hopes to want a backrest even though it never says in his mouth.

"I won't leave you, so don't worry if you feel like you're going to be alone again?" lucas said to teenage girls who certainly still have a fragile side.

He leaned the girl in his arms, held her for a moment without being able to say a sweet word of seduction or seductive persuasion because he did not know how.

The big, burly hand rubbed the little back of the teenage girl, feeling soft and fragrant from the body scent and the man's perfume permeated her sense of smell, she said, the beating of the heart that sounded in his ears was like the thump of music that made him calm for a moment.

Not alone? That's not a bad thing...

He hates her but he knows if there was never anyone who sided on his side before he met a crazy man who either only has an obsession or love on him.

The blue eyes began to sleepy, as hard as his heart and how hard he looked strong yet he was also still a teenage girl who had not even finished her high school.

"Of course you're not alone you're mine. Now, in the future, and even in your death." said his softly whispered in the girl's ear while kissing the long wavy strands of hair.

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5 Weeks later.

Anna turned her face away as the medics came at her.

He retreated, and didn't want any of them to touch him. He didn't know what was wrong with him until he wasn't allowed to return until now.

Everyone shuts their mouths like they have no tongue.

The man he waited for every day to come to his treatment room never said anything about what the doctors were doing.

Every time a bunch of flat-faced people wearing white suits came along there would be something given to him.

Indeed the beginning did not hurt at all when giving materials that he did not know it entered his body but after it?

Nausea, dizziness, pain and shivering began to feel.

"Go" said he who looked at the men in suits.

There is no one word that is intended to calm him. The cold eyes without emotion are like not looking at him like a human but like an object that must be completed immediately.

dr. Serena turned her eyes after looking at another doctor because she was a higher rank compared to other medical personnel in that place.

Greb!

"Deliver! I said I didn't want to!"

At first he did accept but now he started a rebellion, he did not know what was wrong but the sickening pain had not even disappeared at all.

No one talks to him or listens to him because everything in that place is already in control of someone's orders.

Only one glance and eye code is visible then someone will immediately remove one ampoule and his spuit.

The blue eyes were staring sharply across, he turned his head and tried to run from two men who certainly had a job in the medical field but now held his hand so as not to rebel.

He grimaced for a moment, feeling the flow of chemicals that he did not know were getting into his blood through the needle.

His body slowly went numb, he ran out of energy and could not move it.

His eyes stared at the incense, he felt his body in a sling and was put back on his bed.

His tongue felt numb and stiff, his hands and feet could not move at all, his voice felt lost even before reaching his throat. It was like he was trapped in his own body.

The noise from the tools and materials that he did not understand entered his ears with an incision.

The dark blue-colored tail of his eyes looked at him without being able to protest at all, his eyes blinking momentarily when looking at the needle which made him feel puffed out and gave him a sense of fear.

The sharp tip of the needle began to touch the surface of his white skin, his body unmoved.

Not moving a bit because of the anesthesia left behind, the biting feeling began to feel when the tip of the needle taper and small it entered through his blood vessels and drain something that he himself was okay.

Once again he received her, he never forgot the pain that occurred whenever the medicine that he knew what his name was entered into his body.

The doctors who were near her bed observed her every reaction, she hated seeing eyes that only looked at her like an object to be noticed.

30 Minutes later.

The people wearing white suits with flat faces were coming out.

The blue eyes could not be closed or asleep, of course he felt a thick blanket had closed his body but the cold pierced him to every bone, the pain spreads like drops of dye in clear water and changes it.

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Anna POV

Luc's? Where is she?

Be ill...

Why me alone? He said I'm not alone...

My breathing started to feel heavy, those people just gave me pain and then left.

Butwhy?

I don't know why, but can they stop?

I was alone again, so quiet. Without any sound other than a wall clock that bothers me but makes me feel better.

I'mfrightened...

This silence may be gnawing at me just as the cold that wants to come in overwhelms me.

Luc's?

Inhere...

I always thought I hated you but now I think I need you.

I'll run away if I have a chance! I was sure of that and instilled it every moment in my head!

Buty?

If I run away and leave you, then am I alone again?

Will not everything return to how it was?

I sure can love myself when everyone won't love me, those are the words I say to make me last.

From Mama who gave me a knife, from parents who said they'd think of me like their daughter and throw me away, and from Dad who never even thought I existed.

But I think I'm a hypocrite?

I need someone, I'm afraid of myself, I also want to get love.

So I hope from those words...

That shadow?

Is that you?

Yeah, he's coming...

I know because I've memorized her scent, I've remembered how her hand touched.

The tip of his fingers rubbed my head again, I heard the whisper he kept saying that I was his.

But I still belong to myself, I want to say that but no sound comes out of my mouth.

You belong to me...

I'm the only one with you...

She kept saying that, in every swipe of her hand that stroked my hair.

But it doesn't matter, because the bone-chilling coldness will slowly dissipate as the tip of his fingers touches my head and rubs it.

The silence that gnawed at me now began to stop as he spoke and whispered even though what he said were words that wanted to dominate me.

I know but I let her.

I guess I'm going crazy now?

It may be a saying that says if a person will live with a person who fits him or her.

And maybe it was me?

I am starting to feel like and comfortable with a man who is crazy like him, because I may have lost my mind as well.

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