Kidnapper Syndrome の小説・ストーリー

My mother was supposed to welcome her back since I had an engagement to attend. She beamed the moment she saw me approaching. I kissed her on the cheek. “She’s here?” “Yes. Give Kennedy some time to adjust.” I raked my fingers through my hair. “She’s upset.” My mother nodded glumly. “You could say that, considering the choice you made of fixing things.” “Desperate times.” “You kidnapped your girlfriend, honey. An independent American woman. What if she escapes and goes to her Embassy? You would be creating an international incident.” It was an understatement.

Clearly, she’s developed Stockholm Syndrome. Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological reaction that occurs when hostages or victims of abuse bond with their kidnappers or perpetrators. This psychological connection develops over days, weeks, months, or even years of captivity or abuse. In Jasmine’s case, it was two years. That was more than enough. With this syndrome, hostages or abuse victims can sympathize with their captors, which is the opposite of the fear, terror and contempt that can be expected of victims in these situations. But Jasmine wasn’t aware of it. She didn’t even know she was being held captive and what’s worse, she was being emotionally and psychologically manipulated.

“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

"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.”

" I won't repeat it again. For the last time, how the f**k are you related to Malcolm Cliff?" Triston's ears rang, and he couldn't hear the kidnapper's words. The kidnappers were literally frustrated now. Nothing was going according to their plan, and above all, this kid wasn't responding to them. Feeling agitated, another man harshly kicked Triston on his leg, and his chair didn't fall off only because it was bolted to the floor. " P-Please... S-Stop..." Triston begged and cried for the kidnappers to stop, but he could feel the kicks and punches from all directions.

“We found out from his finger prints and dental records that that man was a common criminal. Aside from the fact that we don’t think he had the mental capacity to pull off ‘The Doctor’s’ elaborate kidnapping schemes and the hand-eye coordination to cut up all those children years ago, he was in incarcerated for burglary when the serial kidnappings happened.” “So you mean to say that I shot at the wrong man?” I questioned. “No, he was definitely part of it. However, we think this is much bigger than just one man, Jaime.” John’s usual carefree tone was now dead serious. “I don’t know what you would do with this information, but there is something else; the kidnapper had terminal cancer and had

His grip on my wrist felt oddly soothing. "Jennifer, when I was about seventeen, I was targeted on my way home. The person who kidnapped me was the owner of a bankrupt company we had acquired. His daughter couldn't handle the shame of her family's fall and ended her life. He lost it and thought it was all our fault, so he kidnapped me for revenge.