Emotional Hostage の小説・ストーリー

“We need to isolate the feed. Whoever is broadcasting is not just a thug; they have tech access. Cut the signal trace, server IDs, routing. Get me forensics, international if we must. Find the origin now.” The rescue was like a geometry lesson: lines crossing at points, all angles calculated down to the last beat. They couldn't storm a house without knowing if Fiona or Liza was being kept with care or cruelty, in a safe room or a cage. The hostage protocols were cruelly specific: patience, pressure, precision. Two teams were formed.

As Ian ran closer and looked at the crowd near the entrance of the building, he could see that several policemen were trying to stop Emilio, who continued to force his way into the building. "Let me go! Ariana, my lover is still in there!" Ian took a deep breath before advancing to stop any resistance from Emilio. Although Emilio was by nature much stronger than teenagers his age, he was still helpless when held back by several experienced adult men. Emilio was quickly silenced, and Ian immediately used the opportunity to speak to Emilio, who had almost lost his mind because of this accident. "Young Master, please listen to me first. Miss Ariana was part of the hostages taken away by the rob

He stepped forward, reaching out— I recoiled. His jaw clenched. His hands flexed at his sides, as if restraining himself. “You’re afraid of me.” “No shit,” I spat. “You kidnapped me, tied me up, and kept calling me some other woman’s name. Should I be thankful instead?” He let out a slow, heavy breath. “You don’t understand.” “Then explain,” I shot back. “Because I’d love to know why I’m being held hostage by a lunatic.”

I said and she actually scoffed, "There were men who attacked Ember? Well, about damn time," she said and I glared at her, making her shrug, "You know how I feel about her. That much hasn't changed. But have I sent men to attack her? To be honest, I haven't given her that much thought since I left." "Well, somebody sent men to attack her. That same somebody kidnapped one of the men I had taken hostage. He was in a bad condition, so we know he was taken. That same person messed with our security camera and disabled some guards. That person knows them in and out."

My relationship with him was probably the only reason why they thought that I was of any value in the very first place. It can’t be. This can’t be happening! I began struggling as I tried to stand up while making desperate protesting sound against the tape over my mouth. Hayden must have realized my panic before he turned to smile reassuringly at me. The smile wasn’t enough to calm me down and I knew that nothing could ease my fears. This is just plain crazy! “A hostage exchange?” the leader questioned with unfeigned surprise.

After a five minute argument she finally agreed, but only after she had told me everything. "You have to save Joye from that monster!" She began and my eyes widened at the mention of Joye and a monster. "Monster? What's going on?!" I questioned, my entire body vibrating with annoyance and curiosity. From what she just said right now it could only mean one thing, someone was holding Joye hostage. "Joye, she was kidnapped by Ethan. He captured me and used me to blackmail her into leaving the house. I don't know what he wants from her, but please save her." Emily explained.

I'm a hostage. The realization hit me like ice water. Ever since my twenty-first birthday, my luck had taken a nosedive straight into hell. First Jake's betrayal, then getting sold by my father, becoming Noah's money-laundering tool and sex partner, and now this? What's next? Alien abduction? "Nobody fucking move!" the robber shouted, his voice muffled by the mask. "Try anything and the girl dies!" His arm crushed my windpipe, his body reeking of sweat and something chemical, acrid.

I said a tad impatiently. Mike continued “Well, it got me thinking. What is Petro's weakness, it's like he's immune to torture, and keeping him starved of food and water didn't do things either” I swallowed back a lump in my throat. This was wrong and illegal on all shades, keeping a man hostage and trying to get answers out of him. I pushed away the troubled thoughts. This will be over soon, and I'll hand Petro over to the cops, but until then, I have to keep my family safe, even though it means involvement in near criminal activities.

“We have to hold her hostage until bargaining is over.” Eva lets out a horrified gasp, Pam looks like she’s going to be sick. A small, dry laugh tickles the back of my throat, a saying comes to mind. “When you stare into the abyss, the abyss starts to stare back.” We’re starting to act like Crawford, he holds children and mothers hostage, not us. Never us. I feel sick. I want to be in Asher’s arms. I need to be in his arms.

"When I had them, I had a hard time giving delivery and even went into shock. My heart stopped beating for a moment. The doctor put both of them on my chest and let them cry, which brought me back to life. They're my kids." Leo’s heart raced even though her voice was calm. He felt something he couldn't put into words, and without thinking, he tightened his grasp on the steering wheel. They got out of the car even though they still had a ways to go to the warehouse. The bodyguards who were stationed here came over. "Right now, there are three hostages and five criminals in the warehouse. The three kids are protected, but their independence is limited. They haven't even wept yet.”