Emotional Hostage Novels & Stories

I call it "Hell hole" I remember the kidnapping started when I was 14. My friend, Anna, who was really beautiful, kidnapped from her home. Her father said, bunch of guys came to their house at night and point guns at them, then they took Anna and her mother, who was still quiet young at that time. Now her father is known as "Mad Davis". His nickname explains his condition right?

We're teaching Catherine that her mother chose terrorism over family, so by five years old, she won't remember you or want rescue. Elena's 45% consciousness could process losing Catherine's love without feeling the full emotional impact, making the psychological warfare successful. The isolation continued for another month without word on Dante's survival or Hope's safety in the infant care facility. "You're never seeing your daughters again," the ISOC director said in Elena's cell on his only visit. "Accept reality, and your remaining detention time will be easier than fighting inevitable outcomes." Elena had been alone in her cell for six weeks when her door opened unexpectedly at 3 AM, an

Worried about Zach's and Loretta's safety, she yelled angrily, "Oliver, what do you want?" Oliver lounged at the opposite end of the couch, legs crossed, and replied casually, "Isn't it obvious?" At that moment, a man armed with a gun approached them and demanded they hand over all their phones and watches. Sienna lowered her head, leaned toward Daniel's ear, and whispered, "We're being held hostage. There are loads of men, loads of guns, and tons of explosives here. One wrong move and we'll be blown to bits. Lucky you, huh? You'll die soon. Are you happy?"

“I caught one of her men yesterday,I’m currently holding him hostage.” “Really?” Emma said “I don’t really know about that, but if you are holding him hostage, She’ll definitely suspect it. But she seems more focused on rebuilding right now. She’s weak physically but dangerous mentally. This early discharge tells me she’s not planning to hide and heal. She’s planning something.” I felt a rush of dark satisfaction mixed with fresh anger. “Thank you, Emma. You’re a lifesaver. Keep watching her every second. If she sneezes, I want to know.”

“Driver matches Avery. Dog visible in passenger seat.” Relief flickered. Then, died when James spoke again. “She’s not alone.” Every hair on my arms rose. Colton’s voice went low. “Explain.” “Traffic camera caught movement in the rear of the truck. Human shape, bound wrists, possibly. Could be injured or a hostage.” Bailey blinked. “Hostage?” Emily’s voice crackled with something like admiration. “The sedated man is still here. The one she cut is not.”

OV. I finally am able to move so I slowly walk to her and sat at the foot of the bed, I watched in sadness as she instinctively grabbed the blanket to cover herself tightly. I begin to explain that I won't hurt her. That she was safe. she then asked in a silky chirp that was so low I barely could hear "Why am I hear?" She was clearly afraid. I didn't have it in me to tell her at this moment that she was my hostage so I lied "my men heard your screams while looking for weak spots in your people's defenses, they came to your aid and brought you here in this condition, my healer Micah tended to your wounds." Her Expression softened at first then turned angry "you are going to attack my parents!

she called out. Emily felt a momentary panic, but she could not bear to run away. ‘Coco is suffering, and it'll only get worse if I do nothing,’ she thought. Tyson assessed the situation and quickly grasped what was happening. Emily wasted no time in lodging a complaint, addressing Tyson, "Officer, Joseph is illegally holding my dear friend hostage."

He instantly grabbed Emma by the neck, took out a black ink pen from his pocket, and pointed the tip of the pen at her neck. “Don’t move. If anyone dares to move, I’ll kill her! “Step back! Step back now!” The police were careless for a moment, and Pete took advantage of it. To protect the hostage’s safety, the police moved back for the time being. Emma felt frightened and regretful. She really did not expect the cheerful and handsome Pete to actually be a criminal. Plus, he was actually willing to use her as a hostage. After all, Pete had spoken some sweet words to her with a bright smile.

I had complete faith in my men, in these soldiers who'd erase evidence of Isabella and Emily being missing. Now, I had to bring Emily to my hostage. There was no question in my mind to unite the mother and daughter. Keeping them separate served no purpose. Isabella was a hostage to lure Vasiliev out, but she didn't need to suffer any undue stress of missing Emily and worrying about her. On the drive back to my building, I peeked again and again at Emily sleeping in the backseat. This need to see her and check on her felt weird, but I couldn't stop.

He may take care of the people living beneath his rule but no one that holds another person hostage can be anything but a bad person. A hostage. I really am a hostage. I have tried to get a hold of a telephone all day to reach out to my workplace, mom’s home or the police. Everyone has the ordinary comforts of the outer world with smartphones and other technology. But it also seems everyone has been strictly forbidden to let me borrow their things and Pierto guards me like a hawk when I’m anywhere close to Dr. Davies’ computer. And the telephone on my nightstand only works on the internal network.