Kidnapper Syndrome Novels & Stories

"There are consequences for everything," he hissed. "Maybe this will help you calm down." Before I could even react, his lips crashed into mine, rough and unrelenting. I writhed beneath him, desperate to escape the invasion of his mouth. If this were a kiss from a normal guy, maybe I would've responded. He tasted of mint and something wild. But no, this was my kidnapper, believing he could take whatever he wanted. This was a nightmare. If I was breathing at that moment, then I couldn't remember because I could only feel my heart deepening to the end wall of my back.

His face had gone ghostly pale, lips pressed together so tightly I thought he might pass out from pain alone. James’s eyes widened as he knelt opposite me, hand hovering in the air like he didn’t know whether to help or just watch the disaster unfold. “That looked like it hurt.” “No kidding!” I snapped, barely able to keep my voice from breaking. “What the hell, Sadie?!” “That’s what he gets!” she barked, standing tall with arms crossed like she'd just served justice. “For kidnapping you and putting you in danger in the first place!” I blinked, stunned. “What—no, no, he didn’t put me in—Sadie, you don’t understand!”

Moving so my head rested on his shoulder again, I instinctively, bury my face in his neck and become engulfed in his scent, a few lingering sobs escaping my chest while his arms wrap around my body pulling me even closer and filling my body with such a rush of protection, any fear I held from remembering all which had happened washed away and pulled me into a deep sleep against his chest. Dominic may have wanted to wait until he told me the truth as to why I’m here and what he was… but that certain individual which ruled my life for those long five years, soon showed to all his obsession of me had not faded….but grew deadlier now he knew what I was to Dominic, who had no choice but to tell m

They were almost unrecognizable. That day just happened to be our fifth wedding anniversary. I waited for her to come home. What I got instead was a court order forcing me to donate my kidney. Even without asking, I knew she spent that day comforting Gavin while he was getting ready for a new beginning. Gavin said he was afraid of the surgery. She tightly held his hand and told him not to be afraid. Meanwhile, I was on the verge of death. At the moment I needed her the most, she was hoping someone else would live.

“I'm sorry but I don't think that I know what that it.” “Well, Miss Kensington, Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological condition in which the victim of a kidnapping or other related crime such as that identifies with and even empathize with their captor or abuser, going so far as to agree with or share their goals.” The detective tells her. “It is very rare but we do see it. Especially if you have a good looking guy as the kidnapper and a young, overly sheltered girl experiencing her first taste of freedom.” “It's not like that-” Abby tries to interrupt.

Describing myself I would say I am 5'8" tall girl , chubby face and a little chubby body with long hips length wavy hairs which are now tied in a bun, small almond shaped green eyes, slim lips. I am a girl with normal looks. Then why did they kidnap me ?? I stopped thinking about the reasons behind my kidnapping. My biggest concern now is my whereabouts, so I decided to look around to find out where I am right now. I am sure my parents had already noticed that I am missing. They might be searching for me. So I just have to do something just to get myself enough time so that my parents can get to me. I really miss my parents. I want to cry. The moment I looked up my heart shuddered with fear

"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.

"Idiot! How could you make him swallow more than one capsule? Didn't you hear my orders? I said only one capsule!" The kidnapper groaned in frustration. "It's not my fault! He kept moving, and eventually—" “Shut up! Don't make excuses. This is all your fault. You didn’t follow my orders properly.” The kidnapper was furious. He contacted the mysterious woman for help, but she just cursed at him. "What should I do now?" “What is Aslan Kennedy’s condition now?” The kidnapper glanced at Aslan, who was still lying pitifully on the dirty floor. "He's vomiting blood and bleeding from his nose. He’s also...”

Violet’s POV The room went silent after I gave my answer. "Alright, we have a deal," I said. Conrad — no, Damon — leaned back in his chair, his eyes on me. Something flickered in his gaze. Triumph? Relief maybe? Or maybe regret? I couldn’t tell. But what I did know was that I had just agreed to partner with my kidnapper... to destroy the man I once called husband. He nodded once, slowly. “Good. Then let’s get started.”

“I have been worried about you. They took you and then… There were news that you escaped, but then you… They took you back again.” “Well, that is partly true, but not entirely. There are things you need to know about everything,” I said. “First of all, yes, it’s true that I was abducted. I mean, everyone knows that. Alexander Silverclaw send his people to abduct me and then I was held captive. It was Rose Silverclaw’s plan.” “Rose Silverclaw? The eldest daughter, right?” I gave a nod. “Alexander Silverclaw wanted to give me to his daughter Kiara Silverclaw as her slave, or plaything, or whatever that is,” I said. “But Demian Silverclaw stepped up and said he wanted me.”