Stockholm syndrome

the smell of mildew fills my lungs can't remember what happened after I took those drugs the floor is cold my eyes blind as I feel the chains that bind cold against my thin wrists my stomach turns and twists but I can't free my fists as the hot juices start to drip as I feel his rough hands trace my skin the fear sets in but my body continues to beg him tears streaming down my cheeks but this feeling is captivating