Rainy Season of Stockholm
Language: en
I locked up my adoptive brother. I broke his leg, chained him in the basement, and tried to turn him into something that needed me to survive. When I was angry, I slapped him. Before meals, I made him call me “Master.” Every bruise on him was a mark I had left. I treated him like a dog and waited for Stockholm syndrome to happen. But it never did. Every time Owen looked at me, his eyes were filled with pain and a hatred so dense it almost had weight. After three months, I finally gave up. I unlocked his shackles and smiled bitterly. “Owen, don’t hate me. I just wanted you to be unable to…