When You Love Your Kidnapper Novels & Stories

He reached out and patted my back to comfort me. Perhaps he finally understood what a dark day I had endured. "When you act like that, I feel so pathetic." I shook my head frantically. "No, no. You aren't like that at all, I beg you. I only love you. I promise I won't act so foolishly again. Please forgive me." He asked bluntly. "Who was the kidnapper?" "It was... Luciel’s older brother." "Fine. I’ll handle this." I quickly looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

I didn't understand what he wanted, but the strange feeling that I knew him grew stronger. When he kissed me again, I whispered, "Raymond. Darling. Are you enjoying this?" He froze. But then a harsh, disguised voice snapped, "Quiet." I doubted myself. Maybe it's not him. "You have so many lovers," the kidnapper sneered, scrolling through my phone. "Blake's still your favorite? Pathetic. Let's call someone else." His voice felt fake. Suddenly, Raymond's voice echoed in the room. "Let. Her. Go."

She asks and everyone inhales quickly. Mom drops her fork and stares at me. “Oh goddess,” I feel my own heart race. “No, Baby, no. I don’t think like that. I don’t blame you. You were three, you were a child. You didn’t help Amiee hurt your cousins. You were a baby yourself. I remember the fear in my heart we were taken, I almost lost it. I wasn’t worried about me, I was worried about you. The moment the kidnappers brought me to you I was relieved. I was happy to hold you through it. Raija I love you. I’ve loved you for so long when I realized what I am to you, I was happy. Happy to wait, Happy to distance myself. All Because I get you! I get you! You are the great prize I will ev

But Aurora screamed at him. “I love you,” Aurora blurted. “I love you so much. I’m tired of pretending. I…” His eyes reddened. The gun dropped to his side. “Love?” he spat. “You love your kidnapper? You love a demon? You love a monster? You’re insane.” “I’m not,” she whispered. “I see what you don’t see. I see a man who’s been manipulated. I see a child who longs for true love. Who needs a savior. I want to make you feel loved.”

"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.

“P-Please, don’t do thi—” “I don’t know you! You’re a killer! Please, get me out from here!” I almost got choked by my own words, veins were now visible on my neck every time I keeps on chanting how I hated him so much due to what he did. It will be carved into my mind forever, and the fact that I have been kidnapped and downgraded more than what my husband did to me is like I have died several times. I will never forgive him. “Euphoria, please listen.”

They ordered as it felt like our pace picked up. Tears clouded my eyes as I lost all hope. Would I be lost forever or would I be dead within an instant? “Shhh don’t cry my love.” Someone whispered gruffly. “I, I am married.” I chocked out as my creepy kidnapper kissed me. “I know baby.” They whispered lowly. I tried to open my eyes but instead of them opening they got heavy and I felt myself drift off to sleep.

I fall to the ground in a heap, unable to breathe. This is it. This is how I'm going to die. Their aggression says it all. My father isn't going to get me. But I knew he wouldn't. Not for lack of love. But rather, he knows his attempt to get me would be futile. Hostages rarely ever get set free. Once they're kidnapped, the victim's families are only paying for the hope of getting their loved ones back. But once the payment is made, the kidnappers have what they want. They no longer need to keep me alive.

She added quickly when the smile on my face slipped. “No,” I answered immediately with a shake of my head. She had been so good to me, the least she deserved was an explanation of why I had ended up unconscious on her front porch. So I told her everything starting at the beginning with how I had gotten kidnapped in my own home by a stranger to ending up being held like a hostage. “And you say all this was done by your cousin?!” She exclaimed in shock and I nodded. “Sadly she is my cousin but I hold no grudges, people do crazy things when they're in love,”

Robin said to the sleepy woman next to her, "let's go to my apartment." Mine smiled. "You will have to kidnap me, now I have no strength." It was true, her legs had turned to jelly from the long night together. "Okay, but what if you have Stockholm Syndrome and you fall in love with your kidnapper," he caressed her face gently. It had been his wish to have her close to him and he couldn't bear the urge to bring her to his house. Not caring what her parents thought of him, he was strong enough now to steal her away and make her happy.