Seduced In the Dark [antikvár]

A Note to the ReaderIf you're reading this and you haven't read Captive in the Dark, turn back! You'll be lost.For the rest of you: Hello again, I'm glad you decided to continue this journey with me. As of January, 2013, Captive in the Darkhsis sold over 70,000 copies. That's incredible! It's a goal I never thought I would reach, and honestly, I've been humbled by all of you.You've made my dream come true.I have faced adversity. I have had my share of rejection and heartbreak. I won't say it's all been worth it; there are some things I would give anything to undo. However, looking forward, I can honestly tell you: I have never had more hope.Thank you."I am thankful to all those who said ^No* to me. It's because of them, I did it myself " - Albert EinsteinSeduced in the DarkCJ RobertsSunday, Aug 30, 2009Day 2:Vivisected. It's the only word I can think of to describe how I'm feeling - vivisected. As though someone has cut me open with a scalpel, the pain not sinking in until the flesh begins to separate and my blood bubbles out. I can hear the crack as my ribs are flayed open. Slowly, my organs, wet and sticky, are pulled out of me one at a time. Until I am hollow. Hollow and yet, in excruciating pain - still alive. Still. Alive.Above me, there are sterile and industrial fluorescent lights. One of the bulbs is threatening to go out and it flickers, buzzes, and struggles to stay alive. I've been transfixed by its Morse code for the last hour. On-off-buzz-buzz-on-off. My eyes hurt. I keep staring. Following along with my own Morse code: Don't think about him. Don't think about him. Caleb. Don't think about him.Somewhere, I'm being watched. There's always someone here. There's someone to tug on my various cables. One to watch my heart, another my breathing, one to keep me numb. Don't think about him. Cables. They extend from my hand, where I receive my liquids and my drugs. They wind from my chest to monitor the beating of my heart.2