Captivated and Captive
Our story began in a bookstore, a place filled with beginnings. But mine became a nightmare I couldn't escape. He was charming, handsome, and made me feel more alive than ever before. He pulled me into his world, a world of hidden villages and secrets, a world I couldn't leave. Now I'm trapped, a captive in a place I once found captivating. This is my truth, my side of the story. The story of how I was captivated, and then held captive.
The scent of old paper and quiet anticipation filled the air, just another summer day at the bookstore between college semesters.
You were lost in thought, straightening a shelf of young adult novels, the mundane rhythm of the job a familiar comfort.
Then, a voice cut through the quiet, smooth and unfamiliar, pulling you from your thoughts. “Excuse me, miss, but could you help me for a moment?”
