“Ummph,” Jet said.
She tried screaming, but only mumbled noises echoed.
“Stop this!” another man demanded.
Stop thisJet opened her eyes. He was a middle-aged man with dark hair and a goatee. He also had a British accent. She figured this was the doctor the creepy had mentioned earlier.
“I thought you didn’t want the Sultan’s prize damaged,” the doctor said to Seymour.
“I—was only—” Seymour said. He couldn’t get the words out.
“You sick bastard,” the doctor said as he shoved Seymour out of the way.
Seymour exited the cabin. Jet thought she could hear the man sobbing.
Where am I? Jet thought as her eyes darted around the cabin. The doctor took the gag out, and then threw it across the room. Jet thought his expression was that of disgust.
Where am I?“I’m Dr. Randy,” he said.
“I—have
