Kidnapper Syndrome の小説・ストーリー

"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."

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

"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!”

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.

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"What is it?" "It's the label for a psychological condition where, in a kidnap or hostage situation, the prisoner forms an attachment to the captor." She sniggers. "You saying you're getting attached to me?" "Oh, no. Don't misread me..." Her head tilts. She pretending mockery, but I have her attention. "... But there's a reverse condition. It's called Lima syndrome, where the captor comes to empathise with the prisoner." "So?" "Am I your only friend, Juliana?"

Marissa Okay! It’s settled. I am crazy! I have that thing, whatever it is called, when you fall for your kidnapper. I open my laptop to search for the syndrome. Stockholm syndrome… I huff at my stupidity. How can I fall for a man that threatens my parents' lives? Who says I can choose between marrying him or ending up at a brothel? Sure, he is hot. The hottest man I have ever seen. That dark hair and those dark eyes. So different from me with my light complexion. And those strong arms around me, and big strong hands.