When You Love Your Kidnapper Novels & Stories

I trust that he will come sooner than later, I will make him feel loved, and I will make him feel like he has a place in my heart And then at the peak of it all, I would yank his heart brutally and trampled upon it. To see him suffer, would give me satisfaction, even if I am to lose my life and that is the last thing I see, I would die a happy woman. I got tired of the confinement where I was, and I decided to disturb the silly kidnapper by messing around with the door till I got his attention. I got to the door and turned the handle and it went wide open. I was surprised to see this. Did Alfie forget to lock the door or did you leave it open intentionally? Is this a silly trap that I am abo

"Time has a way of changing perspectives, softening hard edges." "Time in captivity, you mean; Stockholm syndrome masquerading as affection." I stood abruptly, my chair scraping loudly against the floor. "I'm not some project for you to work on, some puzzle to solve until I magically fall in love with my kidnapper." He rose too, his height suddenly intimidating in the confined space. "You think I don't know how twisted this is? You think I'm proud of what I've done, the lines I've crossed?" "I think you don't care," I countered, my voice rising. "I think your guilt, if you even feel it, takes a distant second to your obsession with possessing me."

My girlfriend, Selena Jenkins, and I are committed to a strict 50-50 relationship. We are three years into our relationship, and we split everything down to a single bottle of water. Then, out of nowhere, I get a call from a kidnapper. "We have your girlfriend. Have 150 thousand dollars ready, or she dies!" I calmly launch our app, SplitMate. According to the algorithm, this unexpected incident falls under "shared risk", meaning she is responsible for 50% of the cost. However, after factoring in the personal insurance policy I took out on her behalf, she only needs to pay 35,550 dollars. I send the calculation results to the kidnapper. "This is her share. Please contact her family for t

Thought so too , so in this book titled I love you am gonna put down all of my experiences , and note its gonna be in a detailed version. Question to ask : why was I sad and depressed Answer : I was brutally raped at age ten by my one and only uncle ( Fred ) who happened to be my dad's younger brother , sad right? , but that's the truth really. But you know , am not sad anymore why because, the sad incident made me meet the love of my life " Steven Damien " he is not only a good husband but also an amazing and loving father to our kids " Daniel and Daniella " i must say , they are the best things that ever happened to me and am really proud of them.

" I slumped to the ground, hands shaking uncontrollably, blood welling from the severed digits. My eyes were dry; I couldn't shed another tear. "You hate them, don't you? Loathe them. Why should they be merry while you suffer alone? If I were you, I'd get my revenge—make that family burn!" the kidnapper hissed, eyes bloodshot as he gripped my trembling hand and shoved a remote into it. "Press this button, and a video of Shaun and his wife torturing my son years ago will spread across every major site. He'll be ruined—he'll regret ignoring you. I want Shaun Lewis to die by the hands of his own son."

When the sack was pulled off, the kidnapper’s boss sat across from me, one leg crossed over the other. He lifted my chin with the barrel of his gun. “So you’re the woman that bastard can’t stop thinking about?” “I don’t even know him! I don’t even know his name—” I rushed to explain. “Doesn’t matter. Whether or not you know him isn’t important. Your lover will be here soon. Then I’ll send the two of you to meet God together.” A heavy blow struck the back of my neck, and everything went black.

He slams the door, runs around to the other side and gets in, and barks at the poor man in the driver’s seat to get going. “Hi again, Long time no see,” I say calmly but yet in a sing song voice. ignoring Reid completely I tried not to squirm under his harsh stare, well it's not my fault I escaped.. I mean I was kidnapped in the first place, and no matter how handsome the kidnapper looks that doesn't or rather shouldn't foil my escape plans.. Even if I want to kiss his lips till their swollen and him panting my name.. Fuck! See? One shouldn't be fantazing about one’s kidnapper it isn't normal.

"That's enough! I don't want to listen to your lies! To Vi, her cat is as important as her life! If something happens to the cat, leading to something happening to Vi, you'll be a murderer! I won't let you off the hook!" At that moment, a sweet and soft feminine voice drifted from the loudspeaker. "You're amazing, Kev! To think you actually saved my darling kitty!" After that, the call ended. The kidnapper cursed out loud. "Ugh, how unlucky! Kevin doesn't love this woman at all! We got the wrong woman!" Once the kidnapper and his accomplices left, I stared down at the bomb strapped to my form. Tears began rolling down my cheeks at that time.

"You don't love me," he whispered. "Not yet. But I can wait. I can be good. I can learn. Just don't leave. Please." "You don't get to beg for love when you've stolen it," I spat. "That's not how this works." His eyes darkened. "Then I'll make it work," he said, voice colder now—deeper. "Even if it kills me." He’s mad. Completely insane. This man doesn’t even understand the meaning of compassion—no feelings, no empathy. Whatever he feels for me… it’s not love. It's an obsession. He’s so confused—he can’t tell the difference between control and affection. And me? I don’t even understand why, out of all the problems in the world, he had to come into my life. Why did he have to ruin everything?

Claire is seven years older than me, and if anyone knows the truth about our family, it is her. “Why do you leave me, Mum?” I cry. “I miss you so much. I want you back.” Tears slid down my face. I forget the ditch. I forget everything. All I want is her hug, the way she always pulls me close when I feel overwhelmed, the way she sings to me until I fall asleep. “But you have a mate now,” she says gently, smiling. “He loves you.” I shake my head, pain twisting inside me. After what I hear him say to my kidnapper, I don’t want to believe her.