Epilogue
Sans cracked his neck, holding open the book in front of him. He rested his arms on his swollen stomach, reading the book's title.
Psychological Effects of Captivity
It was a relatively short book, and Sans was kind of puzzled why Red had given it to him with a sad look in his eye. If anything, the book seemed like it would be rather interesting.
With that in mind, he started to read; absentmindedly stroking his stomach lovingly.
A common psychological disorder that can develop during a prolonged hostage situation is Stockholm Syndrome.
Stockholm Syndrome: Feelings of love or affection to a kidnapper, up to the point of defending their actions and refusing to leave their captivity.
Signs of Developing Stockholm Syndrome
· Negative feelings towards possible saviors
· Positive feelings towards captor, such as affection, arousal, or friendship
· Feelings of support towards captor's reasons and behaviors, and possibly similar actions of others in the future
· Easily attached to signs of affection from captors, no matter how small; ranging from a slight increase of food, to a decrease of abuse
· Active avoidance of certain subjects and triggers, no matter how small or important to subject matter
· Belief that the captor is a protector or a lover with their best interests at heart, and fear of outsiders and others that may wish to harm their captor
· Attitude and outlook on the outside world switching to how the captor sees it, including interests and disinterests
· Refusal to do anything to harm or distance themselves from their captor
"What the hell…?" Sans mutters, hands starting to shake as he read on.
For Stockholm Syndrome to Develop
· There must be a VERY uneven balance of power and control; the captor must dictate what the hostage can and cannot do. This can even extend to how the hostage reacts to certain situations or stimuli.
· The hostage must have a self-preservation instinct.
· The hostage must believe, perhaps falsely, that they cannot escape.
· Survival must depend on follow orders and the captor's wishes and rules.
· Hostage must be isolated from outsiders, particularly those who aren't captive themselves.
"Oh stars…" Sans voice quivers, wanting to put down the book but finding himself reading on.
Basic Situation where Stockholm Syndrome Can Develop
After an emotionally traumatic or stressful situation, the hostage finds themselves held captive by someone who threatens to hurt/kill family or friends of the hostage. Abuse- physical, mental, or sexual- occurs, and the prisoner loses the ability to think straight. They believe that escape is not only impossible, but punishable by their death or the death of their loved ones.
As stress on the captor increases, for it is incredibly stressful for a kidnapper to hide their crimes from outside forces, their fluctuating moods lead to unexpected abuse and threats—meaning simple obedience could no longer guarantee safety. The hostage quickly learns what pleases and what angers their captor for survival. In this way, the hostage learns about their captor.
The hostage clings to any sign of kindness, and with their inability to think straight they start to see their captor as kind or loving, if only because they haven't killed the hostage yet. The captor turns into their protector or lover, and the hostage may start to work to please the captor with any means, using self-harm to sexual acts.
The captor appears less threatening, even if the situation had not shifted in the slightest, and the hostage may start to fear being found or someone harming their captor. The hostage will go against their self-preservation instinct to protect their captor, from breaking free to follow their captor to throwing themselves in the way of attacks to defend them.
If separated, the hostage will use any means necessary to return to their captor, even harming their loved ones themselves if it brings them any closer to their captor. If returned, the hostage's affections commonly skyrocket and refuse to leave their captor; commonly making their relationship public, even if one-sided.
Sans was frozen stiff. His eye lights had narrowed to pinpricks, his breathing starting to pick up.
"What'cha reading, babe?" Horror suddenly pipes up, walking into the living room and pressing a kiss to the top of Sans' head. Sans snaps out of his stupor, swiftly shutting the book and turning his head to smile up at the other.
"Oh, nothing important; just something Red from UnderFell gave me the other day." Sans answers, and Horror grimaces.
"Judging from how you looked when I came in, I'm guessing it's not pleasant?" Sans quickly jolts, shaking his head rapidly.
"Oh no, no! Everything is alright, just got a little jab from the baby. The little guy has been pretty restless all day and-" Horror chuckles, shutting up Sans with a kiss.
"It's alright princess; did you finish dinner?" Sans nods, smiling instantly from the name. He starts to get up, setting the book on the coffee table. To his surprise, he couldn't pull himself up to his feet. Each attempt just sent him plopping down into the armchair, and he flushed blue in embarrassment at Horror's laughing.
"Hold up babe, I got ya." Horror chuckles, helping Sans get up. He slinks around behind Sans, phalanges brushing against Sans' covered hips and rubbing his belly. He nips and bites at Sans' collar, and Sans lifted his hand up to grasp at Horror's skull as a blue blush brightened up on his cheeks.
"H-Horror… what about dinner?" Sans whispers, and Horror chuckles before squeezing harshly.
"Forget it, I have different plans on what we're eating tonight; but I think you forgot something…." Horror growls in Sans' ear, and Sans shivered as he realized his mistake.
"S-Sorry Master… what are your plans?" Sans asks, leaning back into the other. He felt Horror smirk against the bones of his neck, hands grasping at his body.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out, princess." Horror chuckles evilly.
Sans flopped backwards, small moans escaping him as Horror drew back, smirking up at Sans. Sans groaned, the last of his orgasm thrumming in his bones. The aftertaste of Horror's cum still tainted his mouth, and his breathing slowed down while Horror crawled back up to pull him into his chest. Sans snuggled into the other's chest, falling asleep peacefully.
Horror smirked down at the other, grabbing the book his little slut had been reading earlier off the table next to the bed; he had grabbed it before taking Sans upstairs, planning on reading it to see what could rattle the other so severely.
Horror had half a mind to punish his princess for lying to him; but didn't want to do something in fear of harming the child inside the other's conjured womb.
"So, what did you give my princess you sonuvabitch?" Horror mutters, eyeing the cover of the book the asshole from UnderFell had given Sans.
"Psychological Effects of Captivity? What the fuck?" Horror growls, flipping open the book and starting to read.
By the time he had finished the bookmarked chapter, Horror was pissed.
"Of course he'd give my princess this; he probably got the geek from ScienceTale to diagnose him. Guess he was thinking that if he made princess aware of it, he'd be able to break him away from me. How dumb." Horror chuckles, forming a gaster blaster, covering Sans' ears, and blasting the book to ashes.
As the ashes rained down on him, he looked down at Sans with a wide smile across his face.
"Don't worry princess, you're never gonna get taken away from me."
And with those final words, Horror clutched Sans to his chest and left his gaster blaster formed so if anyone tried to break in to steal his princess away they'd be met with a painful surprise.
Nobody would ever take away his little princess.
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And that's the end! I hope ya'll enjoyed and have a lovely day! ^-^
