Novel & Cerita Emotional Hostage

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?"

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.

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.”

I say, because she probably has no clue how far we are. Her eyes grow wide at that revelation and she huffs. When she crosses her arms and her breasts are thrust up, I bite my tongue so hard I taste blood. She instantly whimpers softly, realizing her arm is very much in pain with her movement. It only makes me want to comfort her more. She’s going to kill me if this shit keeps up though. I haven’t looked at anyone but Cassandra out of lust in years. How is this even happening?? “There’s an older male we took hostage that won’t talk. Maybe a chat with him will convince you to cooperate,” I state.

“Can’t leave the curtains open. The last time he saw me as well. I don’t want to be caught again.” She closed the window and came up to Robin and takes a seat right in front of him. “You know,” she looked at him. “This is the first time I have kept someone hostage, and this has a different feeling than I imagined it to be like.” “This may seem like a bad deed, but we have to do this to keep our jobs. You do understand that, don’t you?”. He didn’t nod and looked away searching for something throughout the room. She found it a bit insulting.

She just closed the distance completely and threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight, desperate hug. Having not expected this at all, Maxwell completely froze. His body went stif. His car keys dug sharply into his palm as his hands hovered awkwardly in the air, completely unsure of where to put them. He really didn't expect this from her. The Hazel he knew was fiercely independent, always keeping a professional distance, and quick to snap. But as he felt her shaking shoulders and heard her crying quietly against his chest, he slowly relaxed. He realized she was just going through a massive emotional release. It was completely understandable to be traumatized after a hostage situat