The man in front of me sat down. He had a plain, honest face with blonde curls. He was tall and broad-shouldered and he sat down in a non-threatening manner, even though he had kidnapped me.
“Now, Cat is it? I would like to know how you came to the island.” He said, with a strange dialect. I couldn’t quite decipher it, but it was easy to hear that he was not British or American, maybe Australian?
“First you have to tell me who you are. Are you cops? Or terrorists? Are you the sick fucks who were on the island?” I shouted and tried to slap him. I hit his face and left a red mark.
“Cat, I would like you to understand that we’re trying to help you. We’re just some people who care and we want to help you and all your friends. You can call me Benjamin.” He sat back in his chair. “Now, why and how did you come to the island?”