About Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

Sienna confirmed. "And that feels like betrayal- betraying myself, betraying the thirteen-year-old who swore she'd never be captive again. Betraying every lesson I learned about not trusting people who have power over you but I see you breaking down. See the guilt finally catching up and some damaged part of me wants to comfort you, wants to tell you it's okay when it's absolutely not okay." "That's Stockholm syndrome," Luca said. "That's your mind adapting to captivity." "Or it's empathy," Sienna countered. "It's recognizing that you're damaged too, that your monstrousness comes from the same place my survival skills come from childhood trauma that never healed

"Do you know what you sound like, Riley?" I maintained eye-contact. "You sound just like one of his fucking victims." I flinched when I heard Aaron swear. Aaron, the sweet angelic Aaron never used the F word. "I'm sorry to disappoint you," I said. "But I'm not lying." "I think you're suffering from a very bad condition of Stockholm syndrome." He said. "And frankly, Riley, I don't think it's your fault. It just proves how highly manipulative Jack is. He's turned one of my best nurses into his ally who is now sitting in the same hospital she's worked for and talking like his personal attorney."

After a couple of minutes, he closed the folder, removed his glasses, and looked at Mike. I'm Dr. Wilbur. You're her son?" "Yes, sir. I'm Mike." "Precious has been with us for two months...," "Sir, my mom's name is Ashley, Ashley Harmon." Dr. Wilbur looked at the name on the chart. "Yes, Ashley. She only answers to Precious. We'll get to that. Since her confinement six years ago your mother has developed some psychiatric conditions. That's why, rather than sending her home when released, she came to us. The first is called Stockholm Syndrome. In this condition an inmate, or prisoner, develops positive feelings for her captors. In your mother's case, it's to a woman who is what we refer to as

I ate in my cell, I spent all my time in the cell, and that one hour of Yard time was with other prisoners in ‘’protective custody’’. Funny, they see ME as the danger yet put ME in with the most protected criminals. Like Sex offenders, Child Killers, Snitches… and so on. I didn’t need protection and I didn’t want it, but even though the trial was over, the FBI was still trying to locate and dig up all my victims... And I guess they needed me for that...

Still, her face held strong. “You and everyone else. He was still my mate. At least I responded to him. After awhile, he wasn’t that bad. He-he even was nice sometimes.” Sherry pleaded. I’ve heard of Stockholm syndrome but I hadn’t actually seen it till now. Her eyes looked at me, hoping I would understand. “Who the fuck were you mated to?” Jacob asked, clearly mad. “Cash.” Sherry looked at him. “Cash… as in gamma Cash that we met in Kristen’s shop?” Jacob looked at Colt.

“A guardian.” “She was,” Alyx agreed. “Then the Schreibers stole her and experimented on her. Somewhere along the way, she fell for one of them.” He said it with obvious disgust. “Had you soon after. Oh, your brother tried to hide you away. From the family, from us, but there was only so much Jack could do. He could only hide you from the world for so long.” “Stockholm syndrome is so odd,” Jeremy added. “Very intriguing.”

That was Stockholm syndrome, a condition studied by psychologists. So, the four could understand it if they found Rebecca in that state. Besides, the psychotic David had kidnapped Rebecca while she was suffering from a deep injury. He could've tricked her into falling for him by looking after her. That said, the four tried to stay positive. The four wanted to believe Rebecca was pretending to be in love with the madman. She could've done so because she was alone and needed to keep herself alive.

I sit on the velvet sofa in the Bishop sunroom, a hot cup of tea untouched in my hands, eyes burning as the screen flickers. Another roundtable discussion. Another doctor explaining my psychology with a PhD smile and an empty heart. “When you consider Ingrid Bishop’s behavior—shielding Jace Grey from law enforcement, delaying rescue, even allegedly returning to his bed—this is a textbook case of Stockholm Syndrome.” The blonde anchor nods solemnly. “So she wasn’t in love. She was brainwashed.” “Exactly,” the doctor affirms. “This wasn’t romance. This was trauma bonding.” I let out a laugh—short, dry, venomous.

They’d turned my life into two cages, for me to jump from one to the other, no break, no out. Enough already. I wanted my life back. I wanted Steph to look after me as much as I looked after her, and acknowledge my needs, my pros and cons as a whole. And I really needed to put an end to Big Ellie’s meddling in my life, because my Stockholm syndrome was growing out of control. How come I’d let him come between Steph and me like that? Why had he started me into something so addictive as that wicked oil of his?

I still hate them for what they did and how they lied to me, deceived me and brought me here against my wishes. I felt my fingers trembling as I typed my feelings, making them more real by sharing them. If it was Stockholm syndrome I wouldn't still feel wronged for everything they did to me in the beginning which was the reason why I was still unsure to tell them the truth. Nina: But, I can’t ignore the way they make me feel. I feel valued with them. Even my husband who wanted to kill me and might end up killing me, makes me feel things I had only ever wanted to feel. They make me feel safe.