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I rlly like the prologue!!

OH...

thank you, I haven't really done much with this series or any other. I was inspired by some of my favorites. @reallyromealone they truly make my day a little better :), he/they pronouns for them btw.

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MASTERLIST | დ

green: WIP

red: hiatus, discontinued

black: Finished

DYING FEATHER

prologue

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DYING FEATHER. | Prologue.

a/n: This is merely for a test project, male insert.

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, MxB Relationships, Psychological Horror, No romance, **RED FLAG AWARENESS**, Dark themes, manipulation, Gaslight, No Beta: We die.

MINORS DNI, I WISH TO NOT CORRUPT YOUNG MINDS INTO THESE TOPICS, FEMALE ALIGNED...I WILL ALLOW YOU TO READ BUT NO INTERACTION PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

prologue

Name had been living in darkness since the day he was born. He had a unique outlook on the world, one that was filled with horror and dread. His mother had been a victim of Stockholm Syndrome and this was a feeling he had been exposed to since childhood. In his teenage years, he began to struggle with his sexuality and developed a strong bond with a person who psychologically manipulated him.

He felt the oppressive darkness around him as he looked out at the night sky from his bedroom window. His reality felt far away and his state of mind was almost dreamlike. He felt a strange combination of fear, comfort, and understanding that he had never experienced before. It was as if he was being mentally manipulated, yet he felt oddly safe.

The sky was a dark abyss of uncertainty and fear, the only light illuminating the scene was a distant streetlamp.

A chill ran down the spine of the young man as he walked down the lonely street. He felt like he was being watched. He had no idea why he had come to this place and he was starting to feel increasingly uncomfortable with his situation.

As if a dark force had descended upon the lonely homestead, the silence of the night was shattered by a terror so debilitating it could send pangs of terror through anyone that felt its presence. For a moment, all that could be heard were the whispers of the wind and a faint, eerie voice that seemed to be calling out from the depths of despair.

For those lucky enough to have escaped its clutches, the experience was akin to Stockholm Syndrome, with an intense psychological manipulation taking hold and imprisoning them in a state of fear. Fortunately, those who survived can look back on the experience with a newfound appreciation for life and a deeper understanding of the horror that can be found in even the darkest places.

Dark shadows filled the room, a numbing chill descending upon him like a blanket of snow. Fear and anxiety ran through his veins as if it was his blood. Name was rooted to the spot, unable to move an inch as the person he thought of as his savior brought him closer to a world of horror.

He had developed Stockholm Syndrome, believing that the psychological manipulation of his captor had done him no harm, despite all evidence to the contrary.

a/n: ill finish it someday, I don't think anyone is even gonna see this.