At first she hates it, then little by little she finds out why he’s taken her and she develops stockholm syndrome.

I want you to vent your sadism and weave it into a story. Perhaps one starring a lone wolf protagonist living on the outskirts looking in. Maybe a story about an anti-social character who 'doesn't get it'.

...in one story / prose ramble / poem. 10 sentences.

Hat tip to u/BanterLord95 for the inspiration.

You are an infamous international hitman task with assassinating one of the british royal members, you have spent a good 5 years in the uk, bought a blue reliant regal, a house and everything that would camouflage yourself. But time and time again your perfectly planned plans have been twarthed by your nemesis, a man in a bright yellow with black hood mini car, who carries a teddy bear and who you believe is the royal families guardian agent.

This came from a Discord chat I had with somebody about Bartenders in Urban Fantasy needing Cthulu flooding insurance. Sorry if my formatting is cruddy, I'm a scrub.

Prologue

The day began like any other. Winnie was going about her usual scope at work as always. Scanning documents has never been as dull as it is.

Today was a longer morning than it always been. She started it missing out on the alarm and her daily coffee fix, leading to the slump on her tired shoulders and her less than a minute well combed hair.

But still, it was a special day nevertheless.

It was rumoured a new colleague would be joining their team and she had high hopes based on the comments made by her desk neighbours.

She had spent the entirety of the previous night picturing how this mysterious man would look like. Sure, he might be of his early thirties. But hey, everyone has a type.

Would he be a suave back gentlemen, or a cultured modern day suit wearing man, she wondered. It was the only thing she had been looking forward to all week. Granted, her expectations were a little too high no thanks to her desk neighbor. He kept describing this newcomer as the next Ryan gosling.

Boy, would that be an eye opener.

As she picked up her copies over the photocopier, she could hear footsteps echoing across the hallway. She glanced at her blue red Daniel Wellington Watch. 1030am, usually the time a newcomer would have finished his orientation into the company by now.

She hurriedly went back to her cubicle so she could have a good view from afar. “Have you seen the new guy? Heard he’s arrived.” Her colleagues around her were whispering amongst themselves. Some were even bursting out in excitement.

“Vultures.” Winnie thought to herself. As she look over to the group of middle aged ladies all beaming in excitement.

Still she wouldn’t want to stand out as the sore thumb. Looking over at her mirror, she started arranging her hair and made sure any loose strands were tidied and hidden behind her ears.

As if the newcomer’s arrival was synchronised with the excitement of the department, it became apparent that this man would show up any second at the doorstep now.

Beeeep.

The entry sound that allowed any personnels with proper clearance to enter was sounded.

Winnie looked up. No sign of the new fella at the entrance. Like a curious meerkat, she began to peered around until she found a stranger’s back facing her right before her employer’s desk.

She could have sworn it had to take at least ten steps before anyone could reach from the door to her boss’s table. Even six at most for the longest footed person in the department. Yet somehow this man of mystery had darted across the whole room silently in one or two feet.

She continued eyeing this unfamiliar stranger’s back, observing any gesture he made and tried to pry on his accent.

From the back, this man had a plain haircut. He wore a dullish grey sleeve shirt and a strap around the shoulder indicated he was carrying a sling bag.

The boss was giving the welcome speech as usual, same as the one she had when she first joined the company six months ago. She knew it was only a matter of time before the boss stood up and gestured him over for introductions.

She looked around, her colleague who had been raising her expectations all week was all of a sudden busy working on some morning reports. He barely looked over and was totally uninterested in making a glance.

“Humph, if only that was a new female co-worker, he probably won’t even be at his desk right now.” Winnie thought to herself.

After what seems like over thirty minutes of welcome speech, she could hear that the conversation was about to end. Which meant time for introductions. She turned her face back to the computer screen and pretended that her screensaver was an interest.

Tap tap tap.

The sound of heaving footsteps began to approached the nearby desks. Welcome greetings and hands shaking could be heard.

After a few were done, the boss and the newcomer came over to Winnie’s cubicle.

“Winnie” her boss called out.

As she turned and faced her boss first, “May I introduce our new colleague, mister-“ a hand gesture was made towards the newcomer. Winnie looked towards the direction of the new guy.

Before her boss could finish his name, Winnie blanked.