About Stockholm Syndrome の小説・ストーリー

He was disgusted, the man was a monster. “Oh hold on your horses young man! I didn’t know such a thing was going on because she stopped coming to us for vacation after her argument with Jane but it also doesn’t mean Ken didn’t travel over to visit them. I found out just recently when he needed his fake documents and had to give me the password to his safe. I was suppose to take the needed documents, leave it at a given location and it will be sent to him. I was suppose to drop it and leave immediately. I-I happen to see his phone in the save, it was a special phone to him and he always kept it well protected. How protective he was of the phone made me go through the it. I wanted some documen

"You have Stockholm Syndrome, Arren! Stop pretending to love Leon! That man has kidnapped you and is mistreating you!" Clark's words last night rang in his ears when Arren seemed to be still considering the decision to run away with him. Is it true that Arren suffers from Stockholm Syndrome? A syndrome that deifies the kidnapper and seems to be his savior? Who knows! Arren couldn't think about it any further. While the inner struggle still surrounded him, Arren began to see red emergency signals exploding in the air. That was the signal she had been waiting for. With firm steps and a pounding heart, Arren began to have the courage to take a stand.

And why did I care so much about finding out? The thought that I'd confused his basic human decency for something more made my cheeks burn with humiliation. Stockholm syndrome. Was that what this was? Had my captivity warped my mind so much that I was developing feelings for my captor? No. This wasn't that. It couldn't be. I limped back to my room, each step a painful reminder of my foolishness—both physical and emotional. Once inside, I closed the door and slid down against it until I hit the floor, drawing my knees to my chest.

With the one who would never love her back, no less. That night, she twisted and turned in the king-sized bed. She was not embarrassed to admit that she wanted him to be here by her side, embracing her, caressing her cheeks. She was so hopeless. That was what they called Stockholm Syndrome, but the difference was that she was not an innocent one.

"If that kid in 301 hadn't hit my men first, I wouldn't have lost control. I'm not a monster. "From now on, let's live in peace. When we need food, lend us a little. If you cooperate, I promise there won't be any trouble." A few people eased up after that. Some even thought Jack might have a point. Maybe the tenant in 301 had started it. Maybe he had attacked first. That was the thing about people in despair: give them a scrap of kindness from their attacker, and they mistook it for mercy. It was Stockholm syndrome.

We were all taken from packs that didn't even attack him. “Well, that's just him expanding his territory, increasing the numbers of his maids, and putting his fear in people’s hearts because if he doesn't do that, they'll still be foolish enough to try to attack him.” The girl chuckled, a mirthless and dark one, “seems to me that you have Stockholm Syndrome for the man that stole you away from your family and is holding you captive against your will,” she said it with so much bitterness and vengeance that it surprised me. For someone so timid, someone so quiet, the intensity of her anger was overwhelming and alarming and it seemed so much like her hatred for the Alpha runs deeper than normal

No one knew she was my mate, save a few, and none of them would ever sell me out. Xander frowns. “So what? You still have a thing for her, or you would be admiring the tits on these babes.” He gestures to the women in front of us, and I raise an eyebrow but say nothing. “Look, what I’m saying is, just lock her up and keep her. I heard women are into the whole Stockholm syndrome shit. Keep her long enough as your prisoner and she’ll fall for you.” “I would ask why you’re such an idiot, but it’s my fault that I came to talk to you, of all people,” I remark, taking a drag from my cigarette.

His voice was rough and throaty, making goosebumps rise on every inch of my skin as he whispered, “And I’ll do it for you, my little devil, because you are mine. And no man will get to live who hurt you. You are mine to hurt too.” Maybe I have finally gone from abnormal to crazy. Living with him had pushed me through that door without me realising it. Or maybe, it finally happened what I promised myself wouldn't happen and without meaning to I became a victim of Stockholm syndrome. Because his last words didn't rankle as much as they soothed me this time and how warm and protected they made me feel. I just wished that it was just a momentary lapse in my stupid mind and not so intelligent hea

Our birth date means the birth of our love and the death date is the day he died because I want to remember the pain that He caused me and I believe that all pains had an end that is why I include the death date. Now that I love Rum and I know it is for real because I cannot leave without him and I know that he feels the same too. Going back to the time that he showed me the videos that crushed my heart into pieces. That almost killed me and when he removed his mask and looked at me. His eyes are telling me to hope that gives me the courage not to give up. I read a book about Stockholm syndrome in which the kidnap victim will fall in love with the kidnapper. I

she asked again. “I’ll take back the clock to the day Louisa went missing, maybe this time I would take her along with me to the kitchen.” The lady released a sigh, licked her lips like she was bracing herself up. “Ma’am, have you ever heard of Stockholm syndrome?” “Stockholm s-syndrome?” I asked back with a little confusion. I was familiar with the word; I think we also played around with it quite a few times as teenagers but I never took out the time to figure out what it actually means.