Falling In Love With Kidnapper Syndrome Novels & Stories

Oceane shakes her head ‘no’, her lips thinning and stretching into a straight lined smile. A forced smile. I grumble under my breath. “Don’t lie to me, baby. I need to know.” “I’m scared of you.” She admits, voice soft and shaky. “From the day I opened my eyes and realized you had kidnapped me, I became scared of you and the fact hasn’t really changed.” Nodding disappointedly, I ask, “You had your chance to get away from me, and yet, you came back all on your own. Why?”

Not because she'd been backed into a corner or because she had no choice. She was here because somewhere between the kidnapping and the media circus and his father's demands, she'd realized she had fallen for him. Really fallen, not just lust or adrenaline or Stockholm syndrome… No, that was wrong because Alexei had been a hostage as well. Stockholm was falling for the kidnapper and all she wanted for those guys was for them to rot in jail.

So, she decided to be evasive about it and know his opinion. “Er...I wanted to know your thought on something. A man started falling in love with a girl he kidnapped; this girl had a boyfriend before. Her boyfriend had to go to the kidnapper’s house in disguise to save his girlfriend and kill the kidnapper. He told his girlfriend about his plan, and they hitched it together and planned a way to escape until things went south. This boyfriend hurt his girlfriend so much that she couldn’t stand it anymore, but the kidnapper was mending the broken girl’s heart without even knowing it, while her boyfriend ran away and killed one of the kidnapper’s brothers.

"Time has a way of changing perspectives, softening hard edges." "Time in captivity, you mean; Stockholm syndrome masquerading as affection." I stood abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I'm not some project for you to work on, some puzzle to solve until I magically fall in love with my kidnapper." He rose too, his height suddenly intimidating in the confined space. "You think I don't know how twisted this is? You think I'm proud of what I've done, the lines I've crossed?" "I think you don't care," I countered, my voice rising. "I think your guilt, if you even feel it, takes a distant second to your obsession with possessing me."

They ordered as it felt like our pace picked up. Tears clouded my eyes as I lost all hope. Would I be lost forever or would I be dead within an instant? “Shhh don’t cry my love.” Someone whispered gruffly. “I, I am married.” I chocked out as my creepy kidnapper kissed me. “I know baby.” They whispered lowly. I tried to open my eyes but instead of them opening they got heavy and I felt myself drift off to sleep.

I needed to focus and find answers and more importantly get him to take me back to the resort. As ridiculous as the situation was with him kidnapping me, o couldn't help but find it incredibly hot. What the hellwl was wrong with me? Why on earth was I attracted to a man that thought it was okay to kidnap me? It was the orgasm! Yes that's what it was, I had been so touch starved that a man kidnapping me seemed hot to me. "You okay?' he asked softly, walking towards me. "Yes, perfectly fine, after all o was only just shot at."

But he finally turned to meet my gaze, "But that is the problem. The moment you walk out of that door, I will never see you again. We both know that you only fell in love with me because of what I've done. If you leave you will never come back." The probability of that was quite high, he was right. "Gia... If this is real, I will come back. But I need to go. I need to rediscover myself. I need to get into some sort of therapy. This isn't healthy. You fucking kidnapped me, this is pretty much Stockholm syndrome and we both know it."

My head was throbbing as I tried to focus on any one thing passing through the window. "Where am I? Why am I moving? Wait... Where are they taking me?" I thought as I looked in the front seat in horror. One of my kidnappers started talking, as I tried to focus on their faces. The driver had sleek blonde hair, with a softer voice but still sent a chill down my spine when he spoke. The passenger had curly hair, that looked as black as midnight. Since I was laying in the backseat, I could not make out any more features of my two kidnappers.

I did feel guilt that I felt this uncontrollable lust over the man that kidnapped me, while my parents and friends worried about me back home. I'd fallen into a twisted Stockholm multiverse. I never pictured myself as a woman that could be lustful after the man that ripped her from the real world, and tossed her into his own. I understood how people fell in love with their captor now. Granted, I was one hundred percent sure that all kidnappers didn't look like or act like Zander. Scolding myself, I marched toward my room and shut the door behind me. The books were new releases, and I couldn’t wait to dive in. I plopped onto my bed when someone knocked on the door.

My voice cracked as I tried to explain the situation shortly, " Adrian...I... have been kidnapped.. Please... Please... save me... Please..." Several crashing sounds came through the speaker. As if he heard nothing, Adrian began to explain, " Summer got into a car accident. Her wrist is fractured. How can I leave her alone?" I broke into tears as I shouted at him through the speaker, " I am about to DIE, Adrian. Those kidnappers are going to KILL YOUR WIFE." Adrian's voice shifted to pure irritation as he ignored my words completely, " Summer is in New York alone, Scarlet. Can you stop playing games now? What nonsense about kidnapping! Why will someone kidnap you?"