1 p.m.
Fourth day after kidnap.
Inside the large room, which was filled with several bags each containing unknown substances, sat little Philip all tied up to a chair. His hair was messy and his blue school shirt was tattered and dirty.
He didn't know where he was or why he was brought here and he felt afraid and abandoned. This was the second time he felt this way. The first time was when his mother died from a severe cardiac arrest and his father wasn't there despite the fact that he was called several times.
Back then he had felt so miserable and abandoned by his mother for dying and leaving him alone and also by his father who always put him and his sister last in his life.
He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts. He didn't know what day or time of the day it was since he had been locked in here since he was kidnapped and inside this place he couldn't see the sun rise or set so it was impossible for him to tell time.
