“You’re a talented navigator, excellent math and physics skill, critical thinking ability, a talent for technology and the sciences. “I know if you could you would.” She slowly sat up on the carpet, looking down at herself. I mean no. As she walked to the bathroom Cait could see bruises cross crossing her back as through she’d been beaten with a stick, and felt sick in the pit of her stomach. Cait recoiled from the blow, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks in shame. “Please, call me Douglas.” Montague said, as he poured what appeared to be wine from a carafe into a plastic wine glass and pushed it over to her. “I’m sure you are.” Max growled, then lay back down. I mean… he didn’t touch me. Cait sat on the edge of her bed, her mind racing. “Thank you.” She said in a hoarse whisper. She faltered for words, not wanting to give away how much she knew.
