Stockholm Syndrome Stories Novels & Stories

“As much as I know, Boss cherished you so much. I don’t think a lot of scientists have met you personally. Although, I heard that Caramel used to be your personal scientist or whatnot.” “Yeah.” “So it’s true.” A Stockholm syndrome, he gulped shallowly. “Correct. I have a fucking Stockholm syndrome. I loved my abuser and adored him too fucking much.” Hades blew out the hot air from his mouth. It wasn’t his intention to mock Shadow’s mental health. Living in a chaotic life, he knew that as much. Their mental state could deteriorate to the lowest level and such syndromes were bound to appear. The heavy atmosphere struck between them. Both of them were thinking about the past and both of them ha

“She was pretty convinced that her father was the love of her life and she was certain that’s the only reason God took her mother away, so they could be together. Till today she’s currently in therapy to unlearn that” There was a brief silence between the two of us as we absorbed the weight of the story she just told. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm sy

He could have done anything to her in the years that he had held her captive. Also, humans spoke about something called Stockholm syndrome. That was something that could happen after only a few days being held captive and she had been held for years. I had never taken psychology classes but I knew enough about it to know that if she was affected then she probably wouldn’t be happy about my plan to kill Arthur. If I was going to tell her what the plan was then I had to be very careful how much I told her. “I already have a plan.” “You know that you can trust me.” She replied, still holding me in her arms. I was desperate for that to be true but there was still that voice in the back of my hea

He would have to prove his loyalty to me as time went on. Even though most of the women here seemed happy and I didn’t see any signs of physical abuse, I knew there was more going on under the surface than what I was seeing. My instincts told me that some of these women were brainwashed. We were clearly being persuaded into having sex with men and that was sick enough, but I was starting to think there was even more going on. Like they were suffering some form of Stockholm Syndrome and were told that they should be here over and over again until they believed it.

“Stockholm Syndrome? Um.. I am not familiar..” Abby shakes her head, confused. “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.”

"When I first came here, yes. I was brought here by force. Derrick's guards grabbed me off the street. He accused me of things I didn't do. He locked me in a room. Told me I couldn't leave." "So he kidnapped you." "Technically, yes. But." "But what?" "But things changed. He learned the truth. He apologized. He gave me the choice to stay or go." "And you chose to stay." "Yes." "Why?" "Because, because I love him." "You love the man who kidnapped you." "Yes." "Miss Hartley, do you know what Stockholm syndrome is?" "Of course I do. And this isn't that." "How can you be sure?" "Because I know my own mind. I know my own heart. What Derrick and I have is real."

He broke off, unable to finish. "To take advantage," Matteo supplied quietly. "Despite everything you've already done, that's apparently where you draw the line." "Don't make me sound noble," Luca snapped. "There's nothing noble about any of this. I've destroyed her life, imprisoned her, forced her into an impossible situation, and now she's developing feelings. Or thinks she isbecause her mind is trying to make sense of captivity." "Stockholm syndrome," Matteo said. "That's what you're worried about."

Was I experiencing the first stage of Stockholm syndrome? His arms around my babies were steady. Protective. And I hated it. Slowly, my body loses its fight. My head droops. The world grows softer, fuzzier, quieter. Just before sleep claims me, I catch one final image. My twins, my whole world, curled safely in the arms of the man who murdered someone I cared for deeply. Fate is such a tragic thing.

"I admit it! I killed Sabrina. If you want to arrest someone, arrest me!" Vincent rolled his eyes, unimpressed. "Perhaps you've heard of Stockholm Syndrome?" His sharp gaze cut through the tension as he addressed Arianna, who stood shielding Charles with her body, unaware of the dark truth she had been living in. "You really don't remember, do you? Who was the one who constantly crushed your spirit, ever since you were young?" Arianna froze, stunned into silence. "You were neighbors," Vincent continued. "You went to the same schools, and your families were always comparing you to each other. You were brilliant—top of your class in math, physics, chemistry, all the subjects they said weren't

"This changes everything. He'll never let you go now." "I know that," I said. "And honestly... I'm not sure I want to go anymore." "You can't be serious," Raymond stared at me in shock. "This is Stockholm syndrome. You're developing feelings for your captor." "Maybe," I said. "Or maybe I'm just trying to make the best of a complicated situation." "This isn't making the best of anything!" Raymond's voice rose. "This is giving up! This is letting him win!" "Get out," I said suddenly, surprised by my own anger. "Just... get out, Raymond."