Books On Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

" Silence. Then footsteps walking away. I sat there. Crying. Processing. Everything I'd started to feel for him. The hope. The possibility. The belief that maybe we could make this work. All of it was built on lies. On false evidence. On circumstances that never should have existed. I'd been falling for my jailer. Developing feelings for the man who'd imprisoned me based on fabricated evidence. How could I trust anything I felt now? How could I know what was real and what was just a survival instinct? What is Stockholm syndrome? A last-ditch effort to make a bad situation bearable?

The man forwarded him the whereabouts of the Russian heiress and a brief evil smirk appeared on Ekai's lips knowing that now soon his woman would be again in his arms. But hereby I ask you, would the outcome of abduction be good or pleasant at least or perhaps it would get worse? Or the last premise of Aysel Saat falling for the mafia lord as a result of Stockholm syndrome will occur? After all the woman was a webtoon author and the particular title of her work seemed to portray her own story. But don't you think that everything seemed a deja vu? Or perhaps the history was repeating itself?

Which factor about me does she think makes me pathetic? We do have the same profession, but why don't we seem to have the same wavelength? "I am a healer, but I am not entirely pathetic!" I indignantly exclaimed, but her eyes stayed the same and her expression became worse! She patted my shoulder and gently said, "You might be confused because of all the worse that has happened to you. You've been tortured and imprisoned here for so long. No wonder you develop Stockholm syndrome."

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He was going to throw me back in the cell where I belong. He warned me but I was arrogant enough to not heed. I wanted to help him even though I knew he wouldn't appreciate it. I diffused a bomb that would have destroyed his multi-billion dollar mansion and he did not blink eye of appreciation. Talk less of stitching the wound in his neck. Maybe I should have stabbed him there and watched him bleed. I thought I hated him but I've only been lying to myself. I'm trying to hate him but this Stockholm syndrome I probably suffer from won't let me.

Siya's POV "I think you have Stockholm syndrome," Ian said with a playful smile. "What is Stockholm syndrome?", I asked confused at his statement. "It's a disease which makes the victim fall for your tormentor and feels sympathy towards him," he explained with a professional expression. "What the hell...I don't have any syndrome", I defended myself. "I suspect you do; otherwise, you wouldn't have saved Mr.King," he taunted me. "Ian...I just helped him due to humanity, not because of some stupid syndrome", I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

Maria’s worry was valid. Maximo had only been using me to pass time. Maybe he was bored and needed a new plaything to give him entertainment. And I was there, his new prisoner. Or maybe he was just a sadist and a monster who sucked the life out of people bit by bit until they had nothing else to live for. Lock me up like a prisoner and treat me like a princess until I had no choice but to fall for him. Stockholm syndrome. Was that how he planned to torture me?

Maybe peeling away those trousers too. I had to force myself not to think about those sorts of things. I reminded myself that Stockholm Syndrome was a powerful drug and that I was technically still a captive. Just because Fynn had done nothing to harm me, and actually had been careful to protect and provide for me, I was still his prisoner. I had no free will and no resources to take care of myself with.

I stood up from the bed and faced him. "What you said is a psychological illness not love. It is called Stockholm syndrome. It is a disease. It happens when a hostage starts to feel a bond with the kidnapper and feels like it is love. I have seen few cases like this but you know what the truth is, they all got cured after treatment. And their abusers went to jail and they stopped feeling the love as well. And I am not that weak." I said and he raised an eyebrow asking if I am challenging him or what?

"Serayah, what is the clinical name for victims who cling to the people who torture them? The ones who fall in love with their abusers?" "Stockholm Syndrome," Serayah answered solemnly. "Exactly!" Lawrose went on a rampage. "Giselle, you are suffering from a textbook case of Stockholm Syndrome. You need to wake up before Chase destroys whatever is left of your soul. Damn it! I saw you that night at the bar. You were a shell of a person. Are you really back to giving sugar to an ant that doesn't appreciate you, but only exists to drain you?" "Preach, Law," Serayah added. Even though she barely agreed with anything Lawrose said, but in that moment she was solidly behind him.