Why is he giving me this look? It’s uncomfortable. So strange and I want to get out of here before he does something stupid but I just pour more wine into my glass and sip. You can’t miss my shivering.
“I’m sorry.” He breaks the silence. That’s better.
“Sorry about the rape.”
He has brought back the wounds and I feel bitter. Is sorry supposed to solve all this?
“Yet you have me against my will.”
“The two are different.”
“If it was someone else, he would have let me go after realizing he made a mistake but you are having fun having me in this hell hole.”
“But I’m not someone else Caily. I’m Sage Carter and if someone messes with me, I get so mad.”
“Then make an exception here.”
This is strange. It’s the first time we are in the same room having a civilized conversation. No shouti
