Falling In Love With Kidnapper Syndrome Mga Nobela at Kwento

His body didn't fit well, so he curled slightly on his side facing her. "Do you need to relieve yourself?" "No." He couldn't believe she still had the upper hand. "Then I'm tucking myself in." "Be my guest." He waited until she climbed inside her sleeping bag and appeared settled. "Tell me why Stockholm syndrome fascinates you so much." Her breathing slowed and her voice softened, "I want you to love me." He inhaled sharply. "You think kidnapping someone makes them love you?" "That's where S.S. comes in," she said in the same dreamy voice.

To myself. I love Chase Olympus. My captor. My salvation. And somewhere tonight, the man I love is missing. Maybe hurt. Maybe bleeding. Maybe dying. And for the first time since I escaped him, I realize something far more terrifying than being kidnapped by Chase Olympus. The possibility that I might lose him forever.

"My father died. My mother left. Donatella hates me. Jovani died because he got caught in my world and you—" "I'm right here." He squeezed my hand gently. “And I want you to know that I'm not leaving you anytime soon.” "What happens when my world destroys you too? When Sergei comes back and you get caught in the crossfire? When loving me costs you everything?" "Lorenzo—" "I kidnapped you." The words tumbled out, raw and jagged. "I took you from your life. I made you fall in love with your captor and now you're so deep in my world you can't get out. What kind of person does that? What kind of monster—"

He came from a wealthy family, but love transcended wealth. I might not be extraordinary, but I was not unattractive either. My hand drifted to my stomach. I needed to tell him the truth. "Sir..." "Miss Jasmine Harrison," he said coldly. "You are a very indecent person." My mouth fell open, then snapped shut. Had I heard him correctly? "Sir..." "You seduced me and took advantage of me." "Wait, wait..." I raised my hand and turned to face him fully. "I did what?"

I stared down at him,he head his eyes closed and his heartbeat was beating rapidly,the shape of his soft pink lips kept me staring as I imagine mine jamb on it. I scold my subconsciousness as I shook the thought off and soon I drifted off. **************** ***************** ***************** The bright sun that shone into my eye made me Jerk up as I squinted my eyes . I suddenly felt something strong pulled me down as I tried to stand up,I smiled remembering how Xavier had pulled me down to him. *ehw,you falling for xavier*my subconsciousness cut in. *of course not,he's a kidnapper*I yelled back.

Sensing my gaze, Eugene struggled to turn to look at me. His eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. His voice was hoarse. "Sherlyn, save me quickly." The scene was the same as in my previous life, and I clenched my fists tightly. So, I was reborn, back to ten years ago. The fear of falling from the high building and the suffocating pain still gripped my heart. Looking at the desperate plea for help in Eugene's eyes, I only felt hatred and ridicule. I thought, ”Eugene, this time, I will never interfere in your disgusting love game. You deserve to rot to death in this dark alley."

Fuck the heart break, I don’t think I can take it anymore. I started kissing him back without any sing of objection on my face, I might never get this chance again nor I could see him craving for me like this ever. At least I will have these moments to cherish even if he somehow forgets about me, I would be the one holding onto it. I’ve fallen for the mafia who held me captive, my heart couldn’t speak the same language my mind did and I could do nothing about it as I myself chose to shut the doors of my mind down. I was with him and it never felt so right despite of it being truly wrong.

"What is it?" "It's the label for a psychological condition where, in a kidnap or hostage situation, the prisoner forms an attachment to the captor." She sniggers. "You saying you're getting attached to me?" "Oh, no. Don't misread me..." Her head tilts. She pretending mockery, but I have her attention. "... But there's a reverse condition. It's called Lima syndrome, where the captor comes to empathise with the prisoner." "So?" "Am I your only friend, Juliana?"

Maybe she needed to understand the woman standing beside her. Maybe she was trying to understand why Alessia's name appeared so often whenever she searched for her father's past. "Was Victoria in love with him?" "Victoria doesn't love people." "That's harsh." "It's true." "Then what does she want?" Alessia looked toward the horizon. "Control." Amara turned toward her. "And you?" Alessia looked at her. "What do I want?" "Yes." Alessia's answer came quietly. "Right now?" Amara waited.

His hands grip my waist to the point that I feel like he's going to pull my intestines out, but I don't stop him. I'm crazy! All the screws with nuts, lag bolts and everything are gone. I'm letting myself be kissed by my kidnapper and the worst thing is that the feeling of having already lived through this scene remains in force in the depths of my lower abdomen. "You haven't caught up to me yet…little girl," he gasps against my lips, freezing me on the spot, "but you're on the right track." As if it were a dream, Devil falls back into unconsciousness and I get out of bed and walk backwards having the impression of having seen a ghost.