Kidnapper Syndrome Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

How long had they planned to bring me here He even had a coffee pot with my favorite coffee there. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. I could hear my heart pounding in my chest and my ears were ringing. I cried out. I almost passed out and fell to the floor. I heard the gate swing open and I felt someone put their arms around me tightly. "Are you okay? " he whispered in my ear. There was a brown bag shoved in my face and before I could realize it. I flinched. "Breathe into it, darling. Slow and easy. It will help you." I did as he said slowly starting to feel better. When he noticed I was feeling better, he gently put me on the bed. He stood up slowly, walking towards the door. He looked almost wo

It showed Adam in an empty room, bound to a chair, his head hanging down. “Ready?” My uncle asked. Drake, Dad, and Mateo nodded. My uncle turned to the man at the screen. “Are we live?” “All set. The camera in the torture room is sending.” “Good,” He said coldly. With a last glance at me, the men disappeared through a door. A few minutes later they appeared on the screen, entering the room. I sank down on the chair beside my father’s soldier, who gave me a quick curious glance. I could imagine what he thought, what they all thought. Since I had been kidnapped, I was only known as the woman Tristan Russo sullied. The broken one.

Clearing her throat, she responded: “It’s an unconscious defense mechanism, where the person develops positive feelings toward their captor, sometimes even forming a relationship with them. It’s not exclusive to kidnappings; it also appears in cases of domestic violence and other situations.” “How can someone be cured of it?” Libia asked, this time looking directly at the psychologist. “By seeing a psychologist…” “Mrs. Helen, I... I have Stockholm syndrome,” she confessed. The woman remained silent for a few moments. Before her was a young woman openly admitting she had fallen in love with her captor. “You’re very honest, and I appreciate your trust in sharing this with me. Together, we’ll s

"How am I supposed to walk around the house with this on my neck without wishing the ground should open up and swallow me!" "Since I could not mark you yet, I have to at least claim you in some ways. I have more ways I wish to claim you, shall I show you?" His smirk widened and before I could grasp the meaning of his words, he was about to pull me into his office when Hunter burst out from one of the rooms. Jet let me go immediately focusing on the panicked look on Hunter's face. "What is it?" He asked right away. "Kale and Freya's handmaid has been captured" He announced making my eyes go wide. . . . TBC

Kidnapped by the billionaire . Mercy's write. . Chapter 2 *I have been kidnapped* ************************ 2 ************************** Just then,the door opened and the almighty Xavier Marshall stood in front of me putting on a white jersey and right there,I knew I was doom. *He isn't gonna call the cops on me right*. "Hi"---he greeted. "I know what you are about to say but just here me out, all what I said last night,I didn't mean it,I was just stressed out"I cut him short clasping my hands with my eyes closed.

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.

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?"