“You are most welcome,” the other man at the table said. “Please, eat as much or as little as you’d like.”
I was definitely on the side of “as little” and picked at my food, only taking a few bites to seem compliant. Belligerence seemed a bad move in this situation, and now that my rage had cooled and been replaced by a deeper sort of fear and a whole lot of questions, I was able to control myself a bit more.
“I imagine you have many questions about why Greg and I have brought you here,” Hans said. “I am most happy to answer them.”
I looked over at Beattie, who was eating red grapes as if she’d never seen them before. She nodded.
“Why did you kidnap us?” I asked. I figured it was best to go for the obvious since I didn’t know how long this Q&A period was going to last.
Hans wiped his
