Emotional Hostage Novelas e Histórias

She asked and I sighed. “Emma, calm down. We can fix this.” I said calmly and she scoffed. “Fix what exactly, Dylan? You only care about Emily. You do not care about me!” She yelled angrily. “That’s not true.” I said. “You don’t understand. My child is being held hostage. Do you know what that feels like? Having to hold someone who you’re trying to be friends with hostage, just to protect your child, and now this?” She said angrily in anger and froze.

The man pursed his lips, looking tired and irritated at the same time. "Then what else do you want? The police will soon realize that you are missing from their prison.” "They would. But they won't do anything as long as I hold you hostage." “Wha-What?” Hazel's face paled. Blood seemed to have just been sucked from the surface of her skin. The fear that had previously subsided from her heart now re-infiltrated ferociously and made her restless. "The prosecutor's office should postpone their plans to convict me." He glanced briefly at Emily whose voice was now no longer heard. It turned out that the little girl had fallen asleep in her children's chair with a stuffed bunny drooping down from

"We hit them now, " "Find out where he's keeping her, " "Can't negotiate with terrorists, " "ENOUGH," Marco's voice cut through the chaos. "Everyone shut up and let me think." The room fell silent. Marco looked at me. "Thoughts?" "It's a trap," I said immediately. "Even if Em goes willingly, he's not letting Carmen go. He'll use her as leverage to keep Em compliant and kill Carmen anyway once he doesn't need the hostage anymore." "Agreed," Marco said. "Tank?"

“You’ve seen what I do, haven't you? You know this isn't a safe place for a civilian. You’ve just confirmed that your neighborhood is no longer safe for you. If you walk out that door, you have two choices. Either go to the police and get yourself and everyone you love killed within the week, or try to hide and find yourself dead in a dark alley within the month. You’re already knee-deep in my mess, Bluey. You just haven’t realized it.” His words, quiet and absolute, were not a threat but a devastating statement of fact. The reality of the black van, the shoved figure, and the casual cruelty of the scenario suddenly felt overwhelmingly personal. “So I’m a hostage?” I asked, forcing the word

He raised his phone with trembling hands. The screen depicted a warehouse I did not know. Cameron, Eric, Priscilla and Aim were all bound to chairs with duct tape over their mouths and looked visibly petrified. Blood on Cameron's face. Eric's eye swollen shut. Priscilla crying silently. Aim’s hands were so tight his fingers had turned purple. Valerie was there in front of them all, looking poised and immaculate as she smiled at the camera, as if she were doing a cooking show instead of covering a hostage situation.

“I think the 'underboss' title got you forgetting that I saw the sun way before you were even thought to be put into existence.” Hunter knew that he had lost this one. There was just no way of lying if the video was there as proof. No one would believe him. “Absolutely nothing is going on between the hostage and I.” Hunter raised his hands in surrender. “You can believe whatever you want to believe.” Angelo chuckled. “Can't even keep your dick in your pants, how can you manage a whole organization? “No offence to King but this time he messed up.” Hunter scoffed, still keeping his cool. “When I can have any woman I want, why would I choose a hostage? What is it, a weird fetish or what?”

I held on to him, a fragile, desperate anchor, and for a moment, in the middle of his sterile, glass-walled office, I let myself believe that I was safe. And that, I realized, might be the most dangerous trap of all. Because a cage with a kind warden is still a cage. And a man who apologizes for his cruelty is still a cruel man. But now… now he was a cruel man who held my heart, and my brother, in his hands. And that made me a hostage to his will in a way I had never thought possible.

Part of me had counted the days until I could return to the valley. Another part of me had dreaded it. I dreaded returning to that hellhole and everything it represented. But the part of me that still clung stubbornly to the man I had once been and the part of me that was as randy as a stud bull, could not forget one simple fact. Emily was there. Still, I had to remind myself of the truth. She wasn’t waiting for me. I had abducted her. I had dragged her into this valley against her will. She was my hostage.

I frown as I do, my mind elsewhere. “What’s up, deep-thought Bambi?” Frankie asks, turning his head to study me. “You’re not usually so serious.” “Just…thinking,” I muse, my eyes going a bit far-away. “Everyone was so…shocked that I was nice to Calvin.” “Calvin?” “The hostage,” I say, my voice far-off. “Even he was. Like it was…totally unheard of to be kind to someone like that.” “Because it is, Bambs,” Frankie says, reaching out and putting a kind hand on my arm. “Nobody…does shit like that. It’s an unnecessary risk – plus it humanizes your captive, makes it very hard to…take necessary steps, if they come to pass.”