The sweetest honey was the one they daubed on his lips.

This wasn't really torture; not in the traditional sense. Instead of pain, he was given touches of pleasure.

Simple pleasures - gentle whispers, the smell of bread, the touch of soft wool against his cheek.

After a few days, he wondered if they really wanted him to talk, or if they wanted him to stay. If they wanted him to remain there, relying on them, content to be with them until the end of his days.

To call him a pet would be too extreme, but the principle was there.

He knew that if he escaped nobody would believe the story - that he was treated with kindness, sweetness, tenderness.

And they would never believe that was the worst torture they could have given him.

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Galen over 11 years ago

It's almost Stockholm Syndrome, but not quite. The protagonist certainly feels the burden of an agony no one will bother to empathize with. Great story.

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Ladygirl of a British persuasion; sometimes I actually write stories that aren't depressing (but not very often)

I write for the http://jupiter-palladium.com, which is a webcomic about superheroes. Interesting ones. Cute ones, too. Which is nice. (It's cheerier than most things I write. That's where the happy goes, guys.)

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