A normal day
Walking through the park
When suddenly grabbed by the waist

You throw me over your shoulder
And run
To your van

You throw me in the backseat
And tape my hands and mouth
And start driving

I'm mesmerized
By everything
That just happened

You drive fast,
And reckless,
A really long distance

When we finally arrive
At your house
You push me into a room

You look at me now,
And laugh,
Menacingly

You punch my face
And kick me hard
You spit on me

I don't even scream
Or cry
But just stare at you

Every time you touch me
And hit me
I start liking you even more

Somehow, the way your touch
Makes me feel,
Is a feeling of home

As each day passes
Your hits grow worse
My body is bruised and broken

But my love for you isn't.
I long for your hand ******* my face
And your spit on my body

I'm not a victim of kidnap and abuse,
But rather, one of Stockholm Syndrome.