Stockholm Syndrome Stories Novels & Stories

"I was taken from my family six years ago. I had been forced to work in an illegal mine and then a sweatshop since then. There was a rumour that the authorities were going to raid the factory, so the men rounded us up to kill us but at the last second Mr Connaught appeared and bought us. I'm not sure what happened to the other girls, but I was brought here." "I was in prison." Svetlana sighed. "I had been shoplifting to support my family, but the authorities managed to pin me for drug dealing so I was going to be spending the rest of my life in jail. I was attacked on my third day there by a guard. He left me with this reminder after I kicked him in the nuts when he tried to rape me." Svetla

I did feel caged-in but also loved, cherished, and protected. 'Is this what Stockholm syndrome looks like?'

Wasn’t this evidence of that? This strange emotion no, it was not emotion. Only confusion. I felt confused, but who wouldn’t be if they were me? Isolated from family and under the care more like under the thumb of Damian spears, I needed him for everything. Every fucking thing. And that was why I had any feeling for him whatsoever. Maybe it was a form of Stockholm Syndrome. I mean, this may notnbe a traditional kidnapping, but it wasn’t like I was here by choice. Not my choice, anyway. I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot stream. I wanted to scrub his touch from me. Wanted to scrub the memory of my reaction to him from my mind.

I ignore his petting, still consumed in thoughts of my captors. This newfound case of Stockholm's syndrome is beginning to unravel me. "Come talk to me," Jack suggests, sitting back down on the couch with the game controller in hand. Sometimes I think it's fused into his palms, wires hooking up to his fingertips and refusing to unplug. "Where are you going?" "I need a shower, Jack, I was abducted. I need a moment to collect myself." He snorts a noise and shakes his head. "Oh, god. Don't be so dramatic."

The man forwarded him the whereabouts of the Russian heiress and a brief evil smirk appeared on Ekai's lips knowing that now soon his woman would be again in his arms. But hereby I ask you, would the outcome of abduction be good or pleasant at least or perhaps it would get worse? Or the last premise of Aysel Saat falling for the mafia lord as a result of Stockholm syndrome will occur? After all the woman was a webtoon author and the particular title of her work seemed to portray her own story. But don't you think that everything seemed a deja vu? Or perhaps the history was repeating itself?

She squeezed but didn’t stop talking. “And I was lucky enough to be rescued a few days later by Killian Ricci.” “Rescued?” Natalia scoffed. “I think you mean kidnapped again.” I squeezed Sera’s hand tighter. Sera shook her head calmly. “No, I mean rescued. I just didn’t know that right away.” Natalia covered her mouth and coughed, “Stockholm Syndrome.” Maybe we could just send Natalia home before Lyle got me the transaction list. I doubted anybody in her family would be stupid enough to think somebody would actually want her enough to repay debts.

So he began. He told her about losing his memory and remembering nothing about how he got to the woods. He told her that he had been saved by a girl who nursed him back to health, but when the guards from the pack came into the place where she was nursing him, they said he had Stockholm syndrome. That they had said that she had kidnapped him, even though he had no memory of it. He realized that convincing them was not worth it so he let them take her to the dungeon. He told her about recovery and how the night before he released her and made her into his slave, he had a visit from the moon goddess.

With the one who would never love her back, no less. That night, she twisted and turned in the king-sized bed. She was not embarrassed to admit that she wanted him to be here by her side, embracing her, caressing her cheeks. She was so hopeless. That was what they called Stockholm Syndrome, but the difference was that she was not an innocent one.

She laughed with a blushing face, right then, Max, Polina’s boyfriend, appeared, grinning at our words, "I don’t attack you, buddy, I’d just kidnap my woman, and have fun in our pre-wedding honeymoon." I rolled my eyes, "Lina, how could you fall in love with a kidnapper?" She grinned mischievously hugging my hand, "Hey, I heard it's a wild romance, I want to experience Stockholm syndrome at least once in my life, being tied up, while my man threatens me and punishes me for being a wild cat, it's so hot, can’t I experience it?" "Go for it!" I laughed at her shameless fantasies, to be frank it's my fantasy too, and the three of us shared a good laugh.

I still have some hope of being found in the back depths of my mind. It’s actually the only thing that is keeping me sane. As the months dragged on any hope of being saved has all but diminished. Caleb is right everyone probably thinks I’m dead or I ran off. “Well, my dear, I’m all yours I am officially divorced from Lacy,” Caleb advised me as he sauntered in one morning. “Well aren’t I a lucky lady,” I exclaimed happily. I wasn’t lying, I actually meant what I had told him. After being with him for so long I had actually fallen in love with this psychopath. I guess the psychological term for what I have is Stockholm Syndrome; it is when hostages bond with their abusers. Why should I care an