He woke up abruptly from her loud cry and turned over to smile at her. The look on her face quickly turned his smile into a look of concern. "Did you have a nightmare?" He wasn't prepared for the panic that filled her beautiful eyes. "I want you to untie me," she couldn't look at him, afraid if she did she wouldn't have the nerve to ask him to take her home. Understanding immediately that she was having a panic attack, he moved in haste to remove the bonds. The way she shot out of the bed had him raising his eyebrow in shock. "Sweetheart why don't you come lay back down and tell me what's going on." He instinctively knew that she wasn't on board with that idea at all as she backed away a few steps. "I want to go home." Her voice was defeated, but she could care less. She needed to be away from him and take some time to think. There had to be a way to rescue Cait and not allow this strange lifestyle to overcome her mind.
