Kidnapper Syndrome Novels & Stories

Kaden said again and a lone tear dropped from her eyes. " You're just one of the most selfish and evil person I've ever known, Kaden." She yelled at his face and Crystal frowned. " You're doing all this for that...that witch who doesn't even have a background? How would you even know if she's just staging her kidnap? Nothing happened to her, okay? She's just trying to create dramas as she's always done, as an attention seeker that she is! Who knows? She might have tried to run away with one of her numerous lovers but came up with this plan instead? You–"

The kidnapper clearly noticed too and flew into a rage, threatening to slice off one of my ears as punishment for the imposter. "Wait—don't do it!" The imposter intervened. "I'm Shaun's superior. This is the only way we can track you down! You've kidnapped the wrong child. Everyone in the unit knows Shaun has only one son, Ezel Lewis, and the whole family is on vacation abroad. Whatever you want, state your terms—don't drag an innocent child into this!" The kidnapper yanked me forward and forced me to kneel in front of the screen. My knees slammed against the floor as he dragged me, pain shooting through every nerve in my body—but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart.

I wasn’t ready for that reality to be true. The officer gave me a solemn look, his gaze hard but not unkind. “Well, I’ve handled cases like this before, and I can tell you that most kidnappers don’t have any personal connection to their victims. Often, they’re just opportunists, or even worse, they’re perverts. Sometimes it’s someone who has a past with the victim—a scorned lover, maybe. Could there be someone from her past? An ex who resurfaced, or someone who might have had a grudge against her?”

From the moment Lydia appeared, Wythe struggled excitedly, evident from the red marks on his wrists. "Stay still!" The kidnapper kicked Wythe, making Lydia intervene, "Wythe, be still." Wythe calmed down, and Lydia tightened her fists. "Sir, you don't seem like a criminal. Why would you kidnap my son? Whatever you want, I'll do it." The kidnapper, intrigued, replied, "You indeed care for him. But perhaps you view him as a pawn for a wealthy marriage? Don't think I'm unaware. Women like you prioritize personal pleasure, disregarding the child's suffering!"

All her life, via documentaries and word of mouth, Mercedes had heard of the countless unpleasant things which people who'd been kidnapped had to go through; beating, binding and restriction, rape, pressure for ransom and poor holding facilities, etc. And while she had never hoped or even slightly wished to be kidnapped, she had been surprised at how much of an exception had been made in her case.

"Yes, I understand. Just don't hurt him. I'll do whatever you want." "Smart man," the kidnapper says, his tone cold and calculating. "You have twenty-four hours to get the money." I say quickly, desperation creeping into my voice. "How do I know he is okay? He is a newborn, for fuck's sake, and you better be taking good care of him." The kidnapper lets out a low, humorless chuckle. "You think I'm some kind of monster? Your son is fine, for now. But don't push your luck, Vincent. Do as I say, and he stays that way."

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

Kidnapped I roamed my eyes around the area. I tried my best to calm myself down, trying to not shiver in fear after realizing that I am not in my own room nor any familiar room in our house. Where the hell am I? The last thing I remember is I have an appointment to attend to and someone offered me a drink on my way there. I didn't took a sip though, I was too occupied to do so. How did I got here? How many hours am I unconciously lying here already?

I stated. “There is? Are you okay? Tell me where you are and I'll come for you immediately.”Joe said, relentlessly. Richard scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just skip everything and tell him what's going on, already.” He stated. “I was kidnapped by some group of people. And the only thing they want is the release of the women that attacked me at the party. I don't know who they are but they're some really dangerous people.” I mumbled..

I could see her hands shaking as she spoke but she clasped them tightly together. "Was there no mention of all this anywhere in the news?" I was exasperated. "He had kidnapped you two before others could be informed that your mother had given birth to triplets. After the couple found the two babies dead, they didn't want anybody to know so they just said that only one girl was born. Soon after, he was caught and charged for kidnapping and murdering before he could sell you two, leaving you in my sister's care. She took no part in his criminal activities and for the most part she was unaware of what he used to do. The child trafficking group was also arrested but they didn't know he was invol