Books About Being Kidnapped Novels & Stories

Keep girls from being kidnapped, something I had no idea how to do when I barely remembered my own kidnapping. Dark memories reached for me. I could remember my own kidnapping if I wanted to. I could remember all sorts of things, absolutely every detail of the dozens of times I could’ve escaped and fucked it up because I was too stupid, too weak, or too slow. I could create a how-to guide for staying in the bastards’ hands, if I wanted to. Obviously, that would be helpful to no one but the bastards.

All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.

Kinky's Dad Love on fire Chapter 35 By, baby favour Amelia POV At first I thought I was kidnapped wrongly,it's just could have been a mistake because have thought about it why will someone want to kidnapped me? Just why?. I didn't offend anyone neighter do I get on anybody bad side,Have it all planned out before coming down to this city never to get notice or be the talk of town. My hands are tied to the back and a blind on my face.

Luca had told me not to open it. But Luca had also just walked straight into whatever was happening outside. And now I couldn't hear him. That scared me. I walked toward the door. Stopped. Walked back. Then toward it again. “This is ridiculous,” I whispered. I was kidnapped. Locked inside a mansion. Apparently being hunted by people I didn't even know. And somehow my biggest problem at that moment was whether I should disobey the man who kidnapped me. I placed my hand on the doorknob. Then removed it.

ZARA’S POV My abductor walked away and when I stopped hearing his footsteps, I decided I had to use this window of opportunity to escape. This wasn’t my first time being kidnapped. It happened once when I was eight and although I didn’t escape on my own then, I felt I must have learned one or two things there and the most important was that I had to be resourceful. I had to find things near me and plan my escape with them. I started to look for things I could reach and guess what? There was nothing. My hands and legs were tied to the back of the chair, what could I find things with? My nose? It wasn’t that long.

-Tell us what happened- Failure joined the conversation. -It was ... strange- I sighed. I had to make something up and fast. Something of truth had to be implicit so that it didn't sound like a lie. I hoped my writing head could improvise so fast. - It was Valentine's Day and I was home alone. Someone knocked on my door and I thought ...- I smiled a little looking at the ground as if I was embarrassed.- I thought I had a secret admirer or something. I know it sounds very silly, but I am a writer of romance novels.- If they did a little research on me they would know that that was true.- The fact is that a giant entered my apartment. They will have seen that I am not very tall ...- The four w

I have never felt this way since … A devastating memory grips me and transports me back to that one horrific day fourteen years ago: I had been kidnapped. The realization dawned on me. Strange men put a cover on my face and took me away. I didn’t know how they came inside the palace garden. I didn’t know how they knew I would be there, but they took me effortlessly and brought me to this place in the middle of nowhere. I heard them talking, then, and they wanted ransom. The Lycan Prince in exchange for millions of dollars.

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Liam stood tall, his eyes scanning the dimly lit warehouse, the only sound the creaking of old wooden beams. He clutched the duffel bag tightly, his heart racing with anticipation. Suddenly, footsteps echoed through the space. Liam's gaze locked onto the figures emerging from the shadows. The kidnappers, masked and menacing, stepped forward, Isadora held captive between them. Her hands were bound behind her back, and a strip of duct tape sealed her mouth shut. Her eyes, wide with fear, met Liam's, pleading for help.

“They’ll want to talk to you, get to know you, find out how you came to be here. You’ll want to talk to them, right?” No. I won’t. I only ever want to talk to Una, Mari, Kennedy, Old Noreen, and Abertha when she’s in a good mood. There are literally no other people on earth I want to talk to. And they’ll want to know how I came to be here? I was kidnapped. Well, I was. I’m not sure about my wolf anymore. I feel like she went rogue somewhere along the line and decided she wanted to see the world, but I’m a hostage.