Thread: The First Case of Stockholm Syndrome (NotNiceAngel & Laa)

They walked for three days, resting only briefly because they were out in the open. The man-bear was huge and clearly the leader. At least when they were traveling there was no time for mating such activities were distracting and dangerous when so exposed. That did not stop men from sniffing her hair and pawing at her when they thought her asleep. On the morning of the fourth day, they finally reached the tribe. It was on a hill, higher than those around it, with a flat area about halfway up. Dagmar could see smoke from cooking fires. As they climbed, she realized they made their home in wood dwellings leaning on the rock. Planks and furs were hung to keep out the wind as women and children came out to greet their returning kin. Another male gave a great roar, which his kin echoed. A man reached for a bag slung on another mans shoulder and dug out the Bluestone. Dagmar stared in shock as he hefted it high to the sound of cheers. The Bluestone had been her tribes most prized possession. It was magical, and came from their god. They could win any battle just by using it. There was no other stone like it it was carved with spirals and sparkled in the sunlight. Now it was theirs, and so was she. Dagmar could not keep the look of outrage from her face, as she soon found out when one of the men thumped her and growled in warning. Suddenly the bear grabbed her arm and tied her to a pole again. Perhaps she was to be killed that evening on an altar as the Bluestone found a new home. Then she saw him The Scourge! The one man who killed her father. He was here! Dagmar thought she would lose what little pride she had left and break apart at his feet. He had been so long the man of her nightmares, and now she was facing him. Fear filled Dagmar that had to be the man-bear's father. The Scourge had passed down his head leadership in his decrepit old age. She wondered how hard it would be to kill him. For awhile, Dagmar sat and watched as the tribe fought and argued over the things they had brought back. Her things, her tribes things. Occasionally one of them would look at her and sneer in absolute disgust. The children were kept well back from the black haired monster in their midst. She continued to try and free her hands, but she had no more luck now than three days prior. Dagmar was forced to sit and wait. That's when she noticed the flames being built higher. Her heart froze inside of her. They were going to burn her. She knew it now. Dagmar was a sacrifice, and she was going to be pushed onto the flames and held there with spears as her skin crackled and burned. Suddenly, something hard hit her and her eyes filled with blackness. She could feel nothing of her limbs, but she was being lifted and then sat down. It was the leader. Dagmar tried not to whimper as he scooped her up into his arms. She did not want to give them the pleasure of her screams, but she did not think there was any way to prevent it. He was to make her mate before she died. He would make her bleed. Stay away, she whimpered, curling into a ball and holding her head. You hurt me. Just kill me and get it over with so I can be with my family.