Rainy Season of Stockholm

Summary

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.