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Disclaimer: Weiss and Schwarz do not belong to me. I'm
borrowing them for my and (I hope) my readers' amusement only and have
no intention of trying to make money off of them in any way, shape or
Author: The RCK
Notes: Written in response to a
prompt in Springkink's
August 2008 multifandom
kink meme. The prompt was: Yohji enjoys being Schuldig's
prisoner, Stockholm syndrome.
Implied but non-explicit rape and violence, Stockholm Syndrome
Dark ficlet covering a very damaged Yohji's thoughts on his situation.
29 September 2008
Thanks to Olna Jenn for cheerleading and to the members of The SWC for
If anyone had bothered to ask, Yohji would have said that he didn't
remember anything before the room. Sometimes, he even believed it
himself. Anything that he needed, Schuldig brought him. If Schuldig
didn't bring it, Yohji obviously didn't need it, not really.
He remembered being terrified at first, fearing Schuldig's touch even
more than Schuldig's absence even though the latter meant time without
food. Schuldig's presence meant pain, just a little, really only a
little, never more than he could bear, but warmth and light and food,
too. To be worthy of that kindness, he would bear anything, and
Schuldig never asked much-- Yohji's mouth, Yohji's ass, Yohji's honest
response to Schuldig's touch.
Loving Schuldig came with rewards. Yohji had light now, when he wanted
it, a switch inside his room. He had books. He could open his own door
now, was allowed access to the kitchen and the exercise equipment when
he chose. He could even sit on the furniture in the living room when he
was alone, and Schuldig hadn't bothered to hobble or chain him, except
in play, for weeks, maybe even months.
He still didn't have clothes, but he didn't really want clothes. They'd
only get in the way when Schuldig wanted him.
Nobody ever asked.
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