Books About Being Kidnapped Novels & Stories

Kaden said again and a lone tear dropped from her eyes. " You're just one of the most selfish and evil person I've ever known, Kaden." She yelled at his face and Crystal frowned. " You're doing all this for that...that witch who doesn't even have a background? How would you even know if she's just staging her kidnap? Nothing happened to her, okay? She's just trying to create dramas as she's always done, as an attention seeker that she is! Who knows? She might have tried to run away with one of her numerous lovers but came up with this plan instead? You–"

Brilliant. That at least explained the kidnapping. I couldn't decide if I was more or less in danger with that information, but I couldn't be forced to dwell on that. Maybe if I convinced him I wasn't whoever he thought I was, he might let me go. Of course, I wasn't sure that I wanted to be left alone in this world where I had no bearings and no money, but I would figure that out when the time came. I'd read plenty of true crime documentaries. The girls who survived often had the same plan. They tried to befriend their captor, they would convince them they were on the same side until they had an opportunity to flee or their captor let them go. I could try that.

“I don’t know… I have never had a reason to want to do so. I have always had a smooth life despite not living fancy until my life turned into a nightmare that I didn't expect.” She nodded as if she expected my answer. “Do you want to talk about it?” No. I didn’t. I wanted to disappear, to erase the memories of everything that had happened. But then again, keeping it bottled up inside had done nothing but push me deeper into the darkness. Taking a shaky breath, I forced the words out. “I was kidnapped. I almost died in a fire because I was with a maniac who was so obsessed with power and taking over. And now, I’m trapped in a house with a man who won’t let me go.”

I told him, trying to get up to sit, but my hand just could not support my weight at the moment. "May I know at least who is behind this kidnapping or why I am being kidnapped?" I did not like the lack of fear that I heard in my own voice. Something had really gone wrong with me along this messed-up ride that I had been on for the past few days. But it was completely ridiculous of me not to be affected or scared by the fact that I had literally been kidnapped and was now locked up in some random house. I took another look around. Well, it was not a bad place to be. I mean, it could have been worse.

Someone like him doesn’t end up with someone like me. He ends up with women like that. With their glossy hair and old-money background. I stood up and yanked my hoodie off. I felt like clawing my skin off. Like ripping my chest open to let the pressure out. My hands trembled as I paced the room, trying to breathe. It’s Stockholm syndrome. That’s what it is. It has to be. That’s the only thing that makes sense. I was kidnapped. I’ve been drugged, beaten, isolated, touched by hands that didn’t care about my screams. I was locked in places with no light for weeks. I was auctioned like a fucking product.

I quickly asked. My eyes were all cold already as I shivered in the snow. “You didn't read the news?” The old man asked. Since my last setback. I vowed never to read anything concerning the news or the internet again. This was just to save my mental health. Anything from now–I think I'm going to lose it. “No. What about it?” I asked. “Ms. Marietta and her daughter have been kidnapped. And they are yet to find her, not the kidnapper,” the man replied.

She hurriedly came by my good arm side and hugged me. "Girl you're always getting in trouble these days", she sighed. "I'm glad you're ok." "I almost freaked out when your godfather told me he couldn't find you. That you were kidnapped"? "I was thinking it was going to be like one of the books we read where the guy kidnaps a girl and the girl then has Stockholm syndrome and ends up falling in love with the guy and will live happily ever after." "You know? like falling for morally gray men, the hot once in books always commanding and having huge..."

You can do it, Ember. I closed my eyes and started chanting, "Mom, please save me. Your prayers have always been there to keep me safe, then why not today? How will I survive from here? Earlier, I was almost getting raped, and now I am kidnapped. Please tell God to stop testing your Ember. How long will she survive living in this cruel world?" It was all too much for me. There were too many people in the world, yet the kidnappers had to kidnap me. Whose leftover half-eaten chocolate did I eat to deserve this?

she said, “It’s clear something brought you here today. But you haven’t said what it is yet. So… why are you here?” He cleared his throat. Once. Twice. His jaw tightened. And then, softly: “I had something happen to me in the past… something I don’t wanna talk about.” Lena didn’t interrupt. She simply nodded. “My parents know about it. My siblings. A couple of cops in Chicago precinct 52,” he continued. “That’s it.” He paused, lips slightly parted, as if unsure whether to keep going. “I was kidnapped,” he said finally. The word dropped like a stone in the room. “Tortured. Held for days. Weeks, maybe. I don’t even know. I was drugged a lot. Beaten. Broken.”

“It isn’t my secret to share, and more than that, it isn’t yours to dig up. There are people better placed to answer that question when the time is right.” “When the time is right,” I repeat. “I am eighteen years old. I’ve been kidnapped twice, I’ve been choked on a garden path, I’ve watched my house get shot up on my birthday, I’ve been lied to by everyone in my life for reasons people keep telling me are for my own good. When exactly does the time become right?” “Lucia–”