Romans & histoires Kidnapper Syndrome

he said recalling old time. After bidding goodbye to me he sits in his car and drove away. After coming back into the hall I saw my father and grandparents releasing heavy signs of relief. " There is something which you all have to know but I have kept it hidden from you all but not anymore. The person who had kidnapped me is not only my culprit but my husband also! " I said and looked at my family members. They all are looking at me with opened mouths nothing more like they all have frozen in the snow.

“I hope your man is okay.” Unease settles into my chest, prickles my skin, and makes me shiver as I watch the dead bodies in the snow. There are so many. Ugh. I hope Ryan is alright. He kidnapped me, and we had a rough start and a quarrel, but my heart is praying that he is okay. Maybe I’ve developed a Stockholm syndrome, but I don’t know what I would do if I found Ryan injured, or worse, dead.

", I said to that kid who was staying with my kidnapper when he started leaving after serving me the food. That kid turned toward me and looked at me keenly. And without wasting a single second, he cut his wrist with a knife and poured his blood into another glass. I gasped in horror when he did all that. . "Aaaahhhhh", I screamed loudly the moment I drank his blood and held my stomach. It was common to have strong kicks that's why I thought to ignore it but I cried a little louder this time. I started feeling something different. It felt like babies would come out anytime. "Don't....", I stopped that kid from leaving who was going to inform my kidnapper. I shook my head continuously and was

I nodded reluctantly and followed him. On our way to my room, we heard yelling coming out if Vin's office. Vin. I like the nickname. Did I just gave my kidnapper a nickname. Was he really my kidnapper, when I willingly kissed him. Does anyone's heart beat increase when they kidnapper is next to them, and in a good way. I hate not knowing any of these questions.

“This is your home now, Zarina! You belong here, with us. You don’t have any other place to go. You’re a nobody, a worthless orphan. You should be grateful for what I’m offering you.” His words cut through me like a knife. I’m not worthless, I’m not a nobody. I’m a person, with my own dreams, hopes, and fears. “I am grateful,” I say, my voice shaking with rage. “Grateful for being kidnapped? Grateful for being treated like a prisoner? Grateful for not being allowed to be free?”

I demanded. Hahaha... He laughed as he stood up from the armchair and he sat beside me on the bed, my first instinct was to get a way from him but the chain is a big barrier. "I wish I could do that but I can't." He stared into my eyes and then he ran his hand through my hair... God have mercy. "What...what is the meaning of this?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage. "Why did you kidnap me from my wedding?" I mean no explanations will be good enough but I still need to know.

The van came to a stop and a man put a sack over her head as the car was opened. she didn't see where they were going as she was then carried over the shoulder again and into a house. The men whispered between themselves and then put her in a room before removing the sack off her face. She was greeted with a smirk from the man who knew about her parent's death and he left her alone in the room without saying anything, making sure to lock the door after he left.

There are so many things I want to ask her. If the kidnapping was true, then my cousin is a victim of Stockholm syndrome. She fell in love with her kidnapper! I know about Stockholm syndrome. The victim will develop affection and attachment towards her kidnappers during her ordeal. I'm sure my cousin suffered from that kind of syndrome. Alpha Jett emerged from the bathroom door after showering. He's already wearing casual clothes, ready for our outing to the park. "Did someone call?" he asked. "Yes," I responded. "Oh, why are there tears in your eyes? Why are you crying?" he asked worriedly, rushing to my side.

My girlfriend, Selena Jenkins, and I are committed to a strict 50-50 relationship. We are three years into our relationship, and we split everything down to a single bottle of water. Then, out of nowhere, I get a call from a kidnapper. "We have your girlfriend. Have 150 thousand dollars ready, or she dies!" I calmly launch our app, SplitMate. According to the algorithm, this unexpected incident falls under "shared risk", meaning she is responsible for 50% of the cost. However, after factoring in the personal insurance policy I took out on her behalf, she only needs to pay 35,550 dollars. I send the calculation results to the kidnapper. "This is her share. Please contact her family for t

"Are you crazy?! It's just a wedding! How long are you—" Nonetheless, I was sent stumbling backward while knocking over the box by my feet. Everything inside dropped out, and Sean picked up the PTSD diagnosis on top, his eyes narrowing. "W-What is this?" He demanded, his voice cracking in disbelief, "You're suffering from mental issues?" I looked into his eyes fixedly, but despite his genuine shock, I snorted. "You didn't know, did you? I wasn't hit by a car—I really was kidnapped. Are you happy to see me like this now?"