Walking through the grocery store and saw a man with his back turned, same build, same hair... my heart started pounding so hard I thought I’d pass out. For a second, it was him. My cunt got instantly wet and my hands shook. This is the hell I live in now—terror and craving all twisted together. I came home and fucked myself with a cold bottle of wine, imagining it was his cock forcing its way inside, punishing me for still wanting it. My husband asked what was wrong. I told him I had a headache. The only thing aching is this empty hole that only remembers one kind of filling. #TraumaBond #StockholmSyndrome #CantEscape