Books About Being Kidnapped Novels & Stories

I am definitely the bad seed. When the cloth loosened a bit, I sneakily roamed my hand to get ahold of the fork on the ground. Got it. I stood, and repeatedly slashed my weapon around, hoping it would hit my captor. First rule of kidnapping, always make sure that there is no any type of weapon within your victim’s grasps. “Stop, stop, stop. For the love of Saint Agatha, Tilly, stop.” Someone loudly demanded. I halted for I knew what was happening. I freed myself of the cloth, and glared at my amateur abductors. I sighed as the thought of the cult cleared out.

But instead of wrenching my hand from his grasp, I slowly curled my hand into a fist. "I think I might need a little more time than I thought," I said, keeping my eyes glued to the marble countertop, preferring its coldness to my bed. "No work, I guess then," I heard him say. Couldn’t have expected anything different." He chuckled. "I just wish you’d tell me what you went through so I’d know how to deal with this." By this time, my hand was out of his grasp, spread on the cold marble. "It’s not every day," I said. "It’s not every day someone gets to watch such a thing, I mean—gets kidnapped, gets taken around the city, gets taunted simply because of some scary tactic that, somehow, I believe

He wouldn’t judge me. He wasn’t like that. Which is why I knew I could trust him. I shook my head and told him it was fine. “I just don’t talk about it very often,” I sighed. “But it’s okay. I’d like you to know.” He took my hand and squeezed it. Then he sat and waited patiently while I collected my thoughts. I didn’t even know where to start. It had been such a traumatic ordeal. “I was kidnapped,” I said, my voice low.

“But I’m going to find out.” The wind howled around us, thick with darkness, and something inside me shifted, uneasy and restless. Not fear. Not just fear. Something deeper. Something dangerous. Because Cassius Draven, the man who kidnapped me, was the only person keeping me alive. And I didn’t know what terrified me more. Him or the fact that I didn’t want to run.

The city does what cities do — noise and light and the particular anonymity of a crowd that doesn't care about either of us. Maya's question is still sitting in the air between us. I don't say it out loud. That night, I close the bedroom door and look at Liam. "His camera phobia," I say. "What happened?" Liam sets down the report he was reading. The shift in his face is subtle but I've learned to read it — the specific quality of reluctance that appears when he's deciding whether to say something that belongs to someone else. "He was kidnapped," he says finally. "When he was six."

I remember that was what got me beaten to lights out before. “Okay just keep quiet and study this place then you find your way out of here.” I muttered to myself in a very low tone so that no one would hear me. My legs were still tied but my arms were free. “God please save me. Free me from here.” I wondered who kidnapped me. The pattern of events today were looking very intertwined and conjunctive because first I got trolled all over social media because I’m light skin and then get kidnapped this same day. I was starting to thing that maybe Femi’s ex is behind this. But the plan was too well executed. It had to have been someone who knew me well enough. Because how did the kidnappers know w

Help! I tried to shout but my dry throat could barely manage to get the words out. "Help," I whispered. A van pulled up in front of us and I was gently pushed in it. I was being kidnapped. I knew it. But I couldn't do anything about​ it. I immediately tried to get up but failed miserably. I couldn't walk and I couldn't see anything. My head began to throb a bit. "What should we do about this girl?" I heard a man's voice ask someone. I saw Olivia in someone's arms too.

No one in the Beckett family wanted to mention that harrowing kidnapping incident. Years ago, Justin and Jasper were kidnapped by an internationally famous syndicate and kept hidden in an abandoned, filthy warehouse deep in the countryside. A huge ransom was demanded in exchange for their safe return. Jasper couldn't remember how long they were imprisoned there. It was a dingy and dirty place so dark they couldn't tell when the sun was rising or setting. He remembered being abused every single day they were held there. The kidnappers only gave them one meal daily so they wouldn't have the energy to escape. It was a living hell.

Harry had come back in a panic. "What happened, boss?" "Maxim has kidnapped Ana" After saying that, he bit his lip and became silent. "How can this happen? Who told you? It's impossible!" Harry couldn't believe it. "Does anyone on Earth wear a red helmet, Harry? Or anyone else on our planet? What tribe is this Harry?" He was screaming in anger. "Don't worry, I see. I message..." Harry was still speaking when his eyes began to bleed. "What will you see? They have taken my wife from there and you are saying you will see!" He grabbed Harry by the collar but Harry was reading the helplessness in his eyes.

The giddiness left me completely at the fact that I was tied to a chair and in the middle of a dark room with only one bulb over my head that illuminated the room. “Where am I? What’s going on?” I tried to struggle free from the ropes, but they were way too secured for me to get out from. “How did I get here?” I was starting to get really sweaty and my chest was beating faster. “How am I here?” My mind flashed back to being at the Andersons house then Pam had sent me on an errand and while I was thinking of Alpha Keegan and his kiss, I had lost consciousness from someone covering my nose with something. It fully dawned on me that I was kidnapped, I was fucking kidnapped! I had only seen abou