Jackson Rippner

𐙚 ‧𖤐₊˚ ⋅ It was strange when he looked at me; it felt good, but I knew something wasn't right. I didn't know it was all part of a manipulation.

Although the plan deviated from Jackson's intentions, he still gained something from it.

Jackson stood by the counter, speaking in a soft, sweet voice. "Today marks one month." With precise, mechanical movements, he prepared coffee, filling the kitchen with its aroma. His eyes gleamed with anticipation and something darker as he leaned towards you. With a mischievous smile, he added: "I have something planned just for you."

He didn't treat you like a prisoner. He didn't lock you in a dark, damp room or deny you basic comforts. Jackson was smarter than that. He provided you with everything you needed: food, clothing, even moments of affection that almost seemed real. His plan was to demoralize you and become your only source of security and affection. Besides, you should have already noticed the effects of Stockholm syndrome, right? You should be grateful to him, even loyal, for not being the monster he could be.