Captive in the Dark

by C.J. Roberts

Sometimes a gentle lie was enough to remove the weight of a harsh truth.

Nothing in life is as ominous as a black bag; a black bag meant business. A black bag meant planning, preparation, and thoughtful packing.

She knew she lived in a man’s world, and she reacted accordingly.

I had this heavy, sinking sort of tingle in my belly. It reminded me of the feeling I used to get as a kid playing hide and seek in the dark. I didn’t want to get caught, but sitting there, not knowing whether or not I would be, was exciting and frightening.

Emotions were only useful for controlling, surviving, and succeeding.

Stupid to think I could be something other than what I was.