A/N: New story coming at you! If you saw my story other day about the story descriptions (for my new fics) then you already know some of what this is about! Plus, the description gives a short insight lol. Anyway, enjoy! :D

~Chapter 1~

"Your captor—"

"—he's not a captor! He loved me!" the young girl sobbed before her therapist. Some days, he wondered exactly why he chose to give up music and go into therapy. . . but therapy and music weren't much different, right? They both made people feel better.

Anything to help the people, he told himself.

However, frustration was setting in today with a massive headache, and Dr. Zander Robbins found himself near losing his patience. The young girl before him, though, had a reason to be the way she was. Kidnapped and held hostage for five years, the young girl had a "connection" with her captor—aka Stockholm Syndrome; a case in which the victim harbors feelings for the captor due to a lack of abuse.

The captor, however, had a case of Lima Syndrome—like Stockholm Syndrome, but the captor grows feelings for the victim—sometimes resulting in the captor releasing the victim out of pity. The young girl's captor held her hostage for five years before taking pity on her and letting her go.

He confessed to his crime, and currently had a place in prison.

"He didn't love you, he only thought he did. It was a case of pity and guilt. Stevie," Zander said softly, setting his palms flat against the desk trying to calm himself. "He kidnapped you when you were fourteen years old. He kept you from your family and friends for five years, and from school—"

"—he educated me. . . he wasn't a bad person," she said hopelessly.

"Well, he wasn't a good one either," he responded, watching as she kept her focus on the floor. She didn't want to look at this doctor—this excuse for a man who was telling her nothing but lies.

Or what she thought to be lies.

"He has a case of Lima Syndrome, Stevie. . . and you, a case of Stockholm. You know what those are, don't you?" Zander asked, raising his eyebrows at her. She didn't notice though, and said nothing. The doctor decided to explain them to her, and even when she denied it all, Zander didn't give up trying to convince her.

"He didn't let me go. . ." she whimpered, curling into a ball on the small couch before the desk. "He loved me. . . and he wouldn't let me go. You people took him from me!" She was crying again.

"He held you in captivity for five years. . ." Zander stressed once again. "When the medical teams got you out of the house, that was the first time in five years you'd seen the outside, wasn't it?"

"He said bad people would try to take me away if I went outside. . . he didn't think anyone would come into the house and take me. . . he told me I was safe."

"Your family missed you, Stevie. Your friends did. . ."

She ignored Zander's words and kept her body curled up on the couch. Frustrated, he let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer and thumb. "Take a look at our waist," he said after a moment, gesturing for Stevie to lift her shirt up slightly.

"He said not to show my body off. That it's wrong, and unladylike," she retorted, curling into herself tighter—if possible.

"I won't hurt you, Stevie," Zander assured the girl. "Everything that is said in this room is private. Everything that happens is private. You are safe here."

"He said not to do it, so I won't," she said defiantly, glaring at Zander.

Zander clenched his jaw and gave a stiff nod. "Alright. Next time then." He sighed and looked around his office for a moment, searching his scattered thoughts for any last minute words. "Perhaps it's time your family took you home now," he said after a long moment.

He pressed the speaker on his desk and waited for the receptionist to answer. "Yes, Dr. Robbins?"

"Uh. . ." he sighed for a minute before continuing—his headache was at an all-time high, "I think Miss Baskara is ready to go home for the day, Elle."

"Alright," Elle, the receptionist responded. "I'll let the family know so they can come and collect her."

"Thank you," Zander said in a stressed tone, squeezing his eyes shut to relieve some of the pain—it did little to help. "Have a good evening, Miss," he said before standing up from his desk and leaving the room so the family could collect their daughter.

A/N: Alright, so that's a little taste of what's to come! Let me know what you think? :D Thank you, loves! I'll try to update this one tomorrow as well as another chapter of Something Dark! :D I'm on a roll this week, WOO!