Kidnapped And Diapered Novels & Stories

Were they really right? “We were kidnapped. This is called kidnapping, uncle! He forced us to live here!” I breathed before I spoke calmly again. “I wanted to go back home, where you must have been waiting for us. But he took us and didn't let me leave! I begged and cried. I felt so vulnerable, Uncle.” I broke down into a nervous wreck before him—yet again.

He paused like he was dreading the next part but when Leilani pinched him tightly, he nodded. " After months, we had a baby boy, Genova and..you know, that was exactly what we needed. He was a bright kid but unfortunately, we lost him and almost lost Daria after she left for her pack and they got attacked, finding the attackers were hard as something tragic also happened to me at that time so the situation was just too critical. I don't think there's much to explain anymore." He chortled but Leilani was silent. They had a child together? They lost him too?

I struggled to get out of chains holding bme to the bed when my memories began to return, and I recalled the events at the church. "Who are you?" My eyes widened in anger as I realized that I was kidnapped. "Diablo." He said casually. Is that even a name? And what exactly does he want with me? I have never met him before, so what business do we have together? "Look, I don't know what all of this is about and I honestly don't care, I just want to leave. Let me go." I demanded.

I hated this situation, but he won't tell me what the problem is. My mother was told that I traveled urgently, that's why I was absent for a whole month, but when we came back we couldn't keep it a secret that I was kidnapped, because eventually, she will have to meet dad, and she will demand answers. As of her condition, she is getting better slightly, which is better than nothing. Gio is fine, he is being a baby and enjoying Tracy's attention 24/7. When we came back to the mansion, I finally saw my savior, Paolo and hugged him, and couldn't thank him enough, because thanks to his smartness, my baby and I were saved from the drug.

She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at me skeptically as if she couldn't understand what I was trying to say, "What do you mean?" "Mama, there's something I never got to tell you. When I got kidnapped, um, I... I stayed with one of the men who took me. Mama, he and I—" She gasped, her eyes tearing up, "Did they rape you, Delilah? Oh my god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you, my darling daughter—"

"By that someone, do you mean us?" "Drop the accent!" He shouted. "Sorry," she said going back to her English accent. "We'll pay you, just give me a moment to run through the crowds and I'll return back with your money." "Run through the crowd?" He asked. "She means pickpocketing." Jerry helped him out. "Who are you people?" He asked. "Fine, I will say the truth." She faced him fully. "We were kidnapped by rough looking men. We just escaped and we're trying to find our child."

If they're still in the nursery, then she's lying again. He snatched up the sat phone, voice rough, demanding. "I want a video of the two babies my wife delivered. Right now."

His smile was taunting towards her. Dave looked at the bodies of his men with flowing blood angrily. It was a huge loss to him. Their bodies were dumped in the truck like a heap with many gunshots. “It is because of your single injudicious move that all this happened. You could not keep an eye on your daughter. Did you think of it like playing poker at the club? Maybe it was for you. Because the reality is you lost it there as well as here too. You are a loser everywhere. It was a damn mafia wedding and you were a greedy idiot who decided to save a few pennies for your good for nothing wife’s heart treatment. You compromised on your security and you see the consequences today - your daughter

“What do you mean my cousin?” I turned toward him slowly, holding the plate like it was a damn shield. “I mean the five years old girl who is supposed to be protected in your house but she somehow isn't. She was Kidnapped, Lorenzo. And if I hadn’t been there—if Marcus hadn’t been there—.” I trailed off “Why didn’t you call me?” he asked quietly “Because I knew you’d try to stop me.” His jaw flexed. “And that gives you the right to run off into the night, again? Covered in someone else’s blood?”

She asked. She shook her head, “Not complete.” Mika sighed, “I didn't finish it?” She nodded, a look of frustration showing up on her face, “Eliza. Doctor. Kidnapped. 2 years, hurt, crying. Forced. Bad things. Bad father.” Mika's eyes clicked, “I think I've got it.” She faced her, “Your father kidnapped her 2 years ago, hurt her and forced her to do bad things for him, the things he does?”