Two days had passed just like that and Ian was still stuck in the warehouse. He had gone to work and as Ronnie had said, they were made to work at factories. All they were asked to do was wrap boxes and there were a lot of them, more than a thousand. He had also witnessed how cruel his kidnappers were and even he had experienced it first hand when he had been whipped once for giving one of the men a glare.
After that, he had not anything that would bring him in a spot, though secretly he was still plotting his escape. Also, every time he was provided food, he wouldn't forget to get one to the silent boy in the hopes that he would eat it. The boy was becoming weak and he was losing a lot of weight. It looked like he had nothing but bones in his body. Though at first, the boy did not even give him a glance, after two days, to everyone's surprise, he picked up the sandwich and ate it. But he did not say a word to him and Ian was fine with it as long as he ate something.
