No matter how many alarms and guards your Dad set up, today’s the day you ended up kidnapped.

Little did the abductor know, you’d been binging on too many dark romance novels. Now, tied up in a basement, you were giving your captor the kind of intense, dreamy stares that could make a statue blush.

“Knock it off,” he snapped, “You’re creeping me out, girl. I’m gonna put a bag on your head if you keep this up” Clearly, nobody had briefed him on your peculiar ‘Stockholm Syndrome.’