About Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

That the man who’d bruised me—physically and mentally—had somehow found a way to make me care. I glanced at the flowers near my feet, their vibrant reds and yellows seeming almost too cheerful, mocking me. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome," I muttered. The thought tasted like ash in my mouth, but it wasn’t far-fetched. I’d heard the stories: captives falling for their captors, victims finding comfort in their abusers. It was twisted, but it happened. And wasn’t that what this was?

"I believe your kind calls that kidnapping." I narrowed my eyes at him. "If that was kidnapping, then based on your actions in the kitchen, I think we need to discuss the concept of Stockholm Syndrome."

“Stockholm Syndrome? Um.. I am not familiar..” Abby shakes her head, confused. “I'm sorry but I don't think that I know what that it.” “Well, Miss Kensington, Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological condition in which the victim of a kidnapping or other related crime such as that identifies with and even empathize with their captor or abuser, going so far as to agree with or share their goals.” The detective tells her. “It is very rare but we do see it. Especially if you have a good looking guy as the kidnapper and a young, overly sheltered girl experiencing her first taste of freedom.”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking to the moonlight breaking through the treetops. “You went through something traumatic. I know that. And I get it, you spent time with Stephan, so maybe part of you feels connected to him. Like you owe him something. But that’s not real, Imani.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He looked back at me, his voice dropping low, almost pitying. “Stockholm syndrome,” he said. “It’s what happens when someone starts sympathizing with their captor or their abuser. Stephan manipulated you, played with your emotions, made you think he cared so you’d trust him. But he never had good intentions.”

It seemed that Pierce's old crush was someone he had held dear to his heart considering how much he treasured her items. Then, why had he married Millie? Why hadn't he sought out his crush? The more Millie thought about it, the angrier she became. She wanted to confront Pierce immediately, but she stopped herself. She realized that there was something wrong with her emotions and suddenly thought of a terrifying psychological disorder—Stockholm Syndrome. It was a rare psychological disorder whereby a victimized person developed a defense mechanism out of the fear of death and admiration for the strong. The victim would resonate with the abuser and develop feelings for them, eventually falling

"don't you dare honey me. You guys literally don't give a shit about my life. I cried to you almost every day of my life since we moved here, but were you scared?, I came back home with blood and scars, but were you scared? I came back home with results that degrade each session, but were you scared? No. All you cared about was the kid is your bosses son so you can't badmouth him. I'll be left home alone for day's, you weren't scared that I might be a victim of burglary attack. I practically had no friends and you weren't scared that I might be having a psychological issue. I found it difficult to eat food sometimes but you weren't scared that I may have been coming up with a disease. I cut

He kept on staring at me with disbelief. "Are you fucking serious? Then what about Elliot? And everything happened so fast, are you sure about your decision?" Valerie said. I nodded. "You know this is Stockholm syndrome, and are you sure he is not the person who used to come to your apartment at nights? It's very likely and suspicious." She remarked. I frowned, she was right. This thought never crossed my mind. Did Theodore have anything to do with it or was it just my hallucination? "Now what about Elliot?" Valarie asked.

After all these months spent together, there was no denying that they both felt something for one another. The question, Jonathan had decided, was how much of it hinged on Allena captivity. He'd long since decided that Allena would stay with him indefinitely, war or no war, and Allena affection had become something that he coveted. But . . . while he'd never engaged in the strategy of turning a captive into an ally, the idea . . . stockholm syndrome, he believed it was called. If that was the cause of Allena feelings . . . He needed to know that their relationship would still stand after Allena was given back at least some freedom.

“We have barely two days left with each other, cut your self some slack.” “You arrogant piss! This is a pure case of Stockholm syndrome, proximity. That’s the only reason why I tolerate you or even listen to your crappy jokes.” She argued and I nodded, I have heard it all— from her. She wasn’t a woman that would give in to anything because of a silly reason like proximity, not even to a simple feeling like likeness. “I hear you.”

“We’d been trapped together for so long, I thought I could trust her. She just wanted to see the surface again, just for a little while.” If Stockholm syndrome is where the hostage starts sympathising with their captors, he obviously had the reverse. He was meant to keep her locked up for whatever reason, but she’d got him to feel sorry for her and let her out on a jolly. Idiot. “Can you put her back? Hey, focus. Can you put her back.” “I don’t know. Yes. Maybe. If she hadn’t been released. But now...” He was all over the place. I had no idea how reliable his answers were.