Dogs Stockholm Syndrome Novels & Stories

Sienna confirmed. "And that feels like betrayal- betraying myself, betraying the thirteen-year-old who swore she'd never be captive again. Betraying every lesson I learned about not trusting people who have power over you but I see you breaking down. See the guilt finally catching up and some damaged part of me wants to comfort you, wants to tell you it's okay when it's absolutely not okay." "That's Stockholm syndrome," Luca said. "That's your mind adapting to captivity." "Or it's empathy," Sienna countered. "It's recognizing that you're damaged too, that your monstrousness comes from the same place my survival skills come from childhood trauma that never healed

"What a waste. You should have let him die; it would have been easier for us both, little one," My eyes flare up in rage. "HEY!" Once again, Dave sighs and scratches his mustache with his finger. "So, I take it we ain't turning you in anymore?" Marina answers for me. "I'm sorry, Dave. Adam told me you need the reward money. He told me you have a wife and three kids to take care of, which makes me feel guilty, but I really don't want to be in a cage and then later have my sister torture me as her prisoner,"

He didn't want to leave her, and though he'd sobered up quite a bit, he wasn't ready to circle back to her offer. "Why the rules? What's the real story?" she asked. Paxton grimaced and turned to stare off over the fence at the wilderness beyond. "Back to this?" "Yup." "My dad's not a good person. He did things when he drank. To my mom mostly. You know what Stockholm syndrome is?" He hadn't until he'd seen another documentary. He'd been a pre-teen at the time, riveted to the screen, ticking off the points that portrayed his mother so accurately.

“What the hell happened?! Is that blood? Are you hurt?!” “It’s not mine,” Ian muttered, avoiding his eyes. He went straight to his bag and started shoving clothes into it. “It’s Zhedya’s. He… he hurt himself.” John grabbed his arm, forcing Ian to look at him. “He what? Ian, look at me! This is the oldest trick in the book! He’s manipulating you! This is textbook! You have Stockholm syndrome!” “Stop it, John!” Ian yelled, yanking his arm away. “He was bleeding out on the floor! He’s not my abuser, he’s sick and he needs me! You don’t understand him like I do!”

“What are you three doing? You are officers of the law. How can you allow a thug to threaten you?” The only quiet police officer shrugs. “But she just said she wasn't kidnapped.” “Stockholm syndrome. Don't you get it? She has gotten so accustomed to being a hostage that she thinks he truly cares for her.” “You are sick, Matthew! I regret marrying you. That's if I really did, by the way! You are the worst husband. You don't even love me. If you did, you wouldn't be doing this right now.” My throat hurts, but I continue to scream, “I can feel it in my guts. You want to take me away just because of the money Dad left me! Thank goodness I didn't sign those papers. And I will never sign them!”

I grasped my cheeks with both hands, already feeling it beginning to swell, I retracked my mind from my master, blocking him out completely as tears swelled in my eyes. I remained there, on the floor, refusing the look up at the creature who had tricked me into trusting him. Never trust a vampire, that’s what my mum always said. They were undead creatures without feeling, they didn’t care who they injured in their advance to power. How could I have been so foolish? He killed my mother! it was as though I had developed stockholm syndrome, believed that he was more than a monster. I was wrong. I had wanted to be back in his care so badly, I had let myself fall for the trick that all vampires p

"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.

"I admit it! I killed Sabrina. If you want to arrest someone, arrest me!" Vincent rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Perhaps you've heard of Stockholm Syndrome?" His sharp gaze cut through the tension as he addressed Arianna, who stood shielding Charles with her body, unaware of the dark truth she had been living in. "You really don't remember, do you? Who was the one who constantly crushed your spirit, ever since you were young?" Arianna froze, stunned into silence. "You were neighbors," Vincent continued. "You went to the same schools, and your families were always comparing you to each other. You were brilliant—top of your class in math, physics, chemistry, all the subjects they said weren't

I waited for an entire month before finally finding an opportunity. "I killed you. I don't regret it. You deserved it." I raised a hand, blocking the overwhelming hatred burning in his eyes. The story he just told was almost identical to the story of how Jayden and I had met and fallen in love. There was only one difference. In our story, there had been no prison sentence, betrayal, and abandonment. Our life together was happy. It had been full of love. "Who are you?" I asked quietly. He looked straight at me.

Even so she was taking more than that. On top of that, my wolf caused havoc within me. He didn't appreciate me returning Kathrine's desires. He regarded her as a horny teenager who read lots of books and ensnared in fantasies she weaved over the time. For him, whatever was happening between us was the outcome of Stockholm Syndrome.