"Here you go," Bil said, handing me a cup of warm water that I took and slowly drank a sip at a time. "Have you ever been kidnapped, Zion?"
Thankfully, I was taking little sips otherwise I would have choked on my drink or spat the water on him. He really is lucky, I would have loved to spit water in his face.
Thinking about his question, I nodded. "Yeah. I have been kidnapped."
I remembered all those times I ran away from those people just to be brought back forcibly by them. "Several times too. Have you been kidnapped too?"
Bill chuckled, sitting down on the couch and undoing his tie, "I have. It really is quite sad, don't you think so? Everyone that I have spoken to has been kidnapped at least once in their lives.
"Some were unlucky enough to be killed by the people that took them." He drowned his water like it was not steaming hot while I stared at him in awe. How did he do that? And he drank it like it was wine or … vodka.
