Captive in the Dark

by C.J. Roberts

!!Trigger Warning!! This work is intended for mature persons aged 18 and older.

When a book starts off like this you know it’s going to be good

I let my anxiety lead me toward barricading myself in my room to write a story about a girl who gets kidnapped by some hot baddie and sold into sexual slavery – As. One. Does.

Who hasn’t done that. Seems very Air Force to me tbh

It was easier for poor people to disappear, even in America.

I noticed this a lot with the Gabby Petito case. If she would have been a person of color or her family been poor no one would have cared. Such a sad reality

Caleb did not subscribe to any idea of a savior in the sky. For if He existed, he had abandoned Caleb long ago.

“If such a god does exist then we will have to beg for my forgiveness”-written on the walls of Auschwitz

Hello, Clarice….

Don’t use my favorite movie against meee

I always cry when I’m angry, overwhelmed by emotion, I can’t control my face leakage or my mouth,

me too Livvie, it’s a curse to feel so much

“Suddenly I heard a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”

Ah, the raven. Never more

What if he had a mother who thought he was dead? It was his secret horror to fathom a mother elated at the sight of him. Because whoever her stolen boy had been, he was most certainly dead, and Caleb wanted him to stay that way.

This is kinda like Johnny Gosch, if anyone knows that case. A kit of people believe he was trafficked and doesn’t want to endanger his family, there was some pretty solid evidence behind it; if I remember correctly. His case was the reason kids started appearing on milk cartons(I wish they still did that)

Blasphemers lie with boys. Men lie with women.

Preferably of age women, or of age men. The of age is the only part that matters

I wanted him to be nice to me.

Fuck, it’s making me sad

I hated that I’d missed an opportunity to see the sun. No one ever thinks about how lucky they are to see the sun daily.

Very personal tidbit, but I totally get this. When I was 17 I had been struggling with a pretty severe eating disorder and my family decided enough was enough and placed me in a trauma and eating disorder recovery program. It was basically a psych ward, it was attached to one as well. We weren’t treated very well and there were no windows, one clock that was broken and we went outside 3 times the 6 months I was there. It did its job though, I never wanted to go back there so I forced myself to battle a few of my demons. Turns out it was a little to late though, because when an eating disorder has gone to far it starts “eating” your heart tissue, and now I’m here:) Stuck in a forever cycle of the consequences of the mistakes of a young traumatized girl made

“That gun belonged to Dirty Harry.”

Gasp, not Dirty Harry. That alone obviously shouldve made her put it down. DOES SHE HAVE NO SOUL

“this being a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world,

now it’s a .500 S&W Magnum

He’d let her go; he’d done it through his own stupidity, but he’d let her go. And all he could think about was that she hadn’t even looked back. She’d just run away…from him.

You kidnapped her???

Still silence, except for the extended version of November Rain

One of the best songs ever

He wanted to go back for the knife and play a little game of poke the rapist, but he didn’t have time.

There is always time for a game of poke the rapist