Hostage

kidnapped/imprisoned starter sentences

“Not eating the food I give you is not going to make me give you nicer food.”
“You should be grateful I come down here and talk to you at all.”
“Listen to me or I’ll treat you even worse.”
“I picked you off the street because you were beautiful. You should feel flattered.”
“You don’t need freedom if I give you everything you need.”
“You can come out of the basement if you give me a very good reason to let you.”
“What’s this? Are you trying to get away from me? You should know better.”
“Get on your knees and pray I’ll forgive you.”
“Oh, you’re hungry? Sing me a song and you can have my leftovers.”
“Don’t cry, I’m keeping you safe down here, away from the world. You don’t need it. You only need me.”
“Freedom is a burden. You should be glad I took it away from you.”
“I bought you some new clothes. Please wear them tonight at dinner.”
“You don’t get to decide anything, understood? I make the rules and you obey them if you want to remain unharmed.”
“You’re nothing but a little doll I get to play with.”
“I own you.”
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to take away your virginity just like that. I’m saving it for something special.”
“I’m not going to kill you. Not yet.”
“If you’re good, you can shower with warm water today.”
“Crying won’t make me stop hurting you. It just encourages me.”
“You’re so young…”
“I love it when you scream, but I will only stop when you can’t scream anymore.”
“I’m sorry, I completely forgot you were still down here.”
“There’s someone coming to join me tonight. I’m sure you’ll be quiet, or I’ll have to kill my guest again and it’ll be your fault.”
“You’re going to have some company tonight. Try to think of him/her as your little brother/sister. I want you to do to him/her what I do to you, understood?”
“I’m bringing some friends along to show them how well trained you are.”
“How dare you talk to me like that. Wash your mouth, with soap. Now.”
“It’s been a pleasure watching you grow up. Your mummy and daddy would have been so proud of you.”
“I brought you some food. Now crawl over here and lick it out of the bowl like a good pet.”
“I think you should remind me why you’re worth keeping alive down here.”
“Tell me how much you love me and you can have your dinner.”

“Hello? Is anyone down here?!”
“Oh my god, what is this place? How can you still be alive? I’ll get you help! Please hold on.”
“You don’t have to hide from me. I’m trying to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
“What happened to you? How long have you been kept here?”
“Hello? Where am I?! Who are you?”
“Have you ever tried to escape? Do you think it’s possible if we work together?”
“It’s the police! Show yourself!”
“Is that really you? Oh my god, I found you, I can’t believe I found you…”

I’ve been worrying about the hostages and their families since I started following the coverage this morning, but I’m also worried about the future implications and consequences on our Islamic communities. I feel like there is going to be racist backlash, stereotyping and generalisation stemmed from ignorance and fear and it is not okay. Let’s not let the few wrong-doers that pepper all religions, races, and cultures fuel hate towards the other members of those groups.

One is not all.

The whole nation is holding its breath for you, hoping, hoping that when we exhale this horror will have ended. We hope, we wish, we pray that you will be home tonight, kissing your family, calling your friends to assure them that you are safe, holding your children close.
First off, they want 12 large pizzas. One cheese, one Hawaiian-extra pineapple, two pepperoni and black olives, two meat lovers…Seriously? Nobody’s writing this down? Seriously? One triple-shot, half-caf vanilla latte, tall. Three of the latest copies of the Hall & Oates CD. I know, right? Exciting stuff. I didn’t know they were coming out with a new one either. Um, we’re gonna need some steaks. Steaks and a grill, they’re tryin’ to tailgate. OK, they need your overalls, I don’t know why. They need some Kibbles and Bits. We need an Etch-A-Sketch. Somebody in there likes to squiggle, ok? Possibly we need some stuffed bears. Are we good? Let’s go, people!
—  Hardison, Leverage, 1x05 “The Bank Shot Job” (2008)

Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological disorder and emotional reaction that capitves experience when subjected to life threatening situations. Individuals activate this survival mechanism when exposed to traumatic situations that involve a direct threat on their lives while being held against their will. The term originated following an attempted bank robbery and subsequent hostage situation in Sweden, 1973, in which the hostages began to sympathise with their captors and resisted rescue attempts by law agencies. After the kidnapping and trial of Patricia ‘Patty’ Hearst (pictured above) many social scientists and psychologists began studying the phenomenon of emotional bonding between hostages and their captors to determine whether this type of reaction was rare or more common place.

Although Stockholm Syndrome is primarily experienced by captives in hostage or terrorist situations, it has also been identified in cult members, victims of hijackings, prisoners of war, incest victims, domestic violence victims, and in a modified form in correctional officers, but anyone can develop it when exposed to the following conditions:

  • A direct threat to one’s survival and the perception that the person making the threat is capable of acting on it.
  • The person making threats is also perceived as being kind, because of small acts of compassion and kindness.
  • Isolation from the outside world such that the other person’s beliefs and perceptions are the only ones available.
  • The belief that there is no escape and one’s life is in the hands of the individual making the threats.

It’s happening now!

In Istanbul, Turkish prosecutor Mehmet Selim Kiraz probing the death of  14-year-old Berkin Elvan during 2013 anti-government protests has been taken hostage by two armed DHKP-C (revolutionary peoples liberation front - party) activists at a courthouse.

They demand a people’s court for the police officer who shot Berkin Elvan. He also has to confess on TV. If not, they gonna shoot Selim Kiraz.

Berkin Elvan is immortal!

“Every time I meet a hostage/slave in the wastelands, they always ask me before depart. “Here, I got a few supplies for you! thank you for the rescue!” but I tell them to keep the supplies they have on, because I know that they will need it more than me, and that really makes me proud, even if I am a cold son of a b*tch.”

Fallout Confessions

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Cheryl Treadway was being held hostage with her three children by her boyfriend Ethan Nickerson. He had taken Treadway’s cell phone and demanded that he accompany her to pick up their children from school. He was also carrying a large knife. 

After the two returned to Treadway’s home with the children, she was able to convince Nickerson to let her use her phone and place an online pizza order at their local Pizza Hut. Treadway included the message “Please help. Get 911 to me,” in the section for her delivery instructions, as well the message “911hostage help!” Chef Alonia Hawk spotted the message on the order, alerted her manager who then called 911.

Police and a hostage negotiator were able to convince Nickerson to come out peacefully after 20 minutes. He was arrested and charged with aggravated assault with a weapon without intent to kill, battery, false imprisonment and obstructing justice by depriving communication to law enforcement.

Watch the full news story here.