Evans pov
I woke up with a jerk, listening to the sound of lightning. My eyelids feel heavy and I was having trouble focusing on the things around me. My head was spinning and paining. The last thing I remembered was that I was struggling to get away from those people when someone hit a branch hard on my skull and I lost consciousness. Finally after a minute or two and blinking many times, my eyes opened and looked around. The rain was falling over my face and the whole ground was wet due to the window that was left open.
I was in a dark room that looked like an underground prison. As the window was much higher and there were iron rods in place of the door. I did not need to look further to know where I was!
"Is there anyone, take me out. I have already told you a thousand times that it was my friend who had taken the loan, not me. You can not do this to me?" I continued to shout but no one replied. I continued to struggle and pull the bars, though I knew it was impossible to get out like this, but I was feeling desperate.
"Hey, stop shouting, will you?" came the voice from the other corner of the room. Only then did I notice there was another young boy in the prison.
I snapped back to look at him. Though he would be around my age, his skin had lost its youth and had wrinkles all over his face and his skin was loosen. There was no fat in his body and bones could be seen easily through the thin layer of what was left. But he was fiery, and his red eyes were looking at me with anger.
"Do you not know shouting can put you in danger, they will not only punish you but me too. So better keep your mouth shut or else, I will do it for you!" The man was not only furious but crude and ready to fight too.
I saw the man was lying down on the ground, "None of us are supposed to be here. At least not most of us but people can be deceiving. Going by your reaction, I can say that you don't know who sold you.
"I am here mistakenly. It was my friend who had taken the loan from them. I have just accompanied him to the establishment, but they have mistakenly taken me, and no matter how many times I try to run, they always capture me again. If i would not shout, how am i supposed to explain them?" I asked, in a tired voice, hoping that he knew one or two things about how this place works!
He smirked looking at me and then gave me a once over.
"You look like that?" he said and then closed his eyes, trying to sleep again.
"Look like what?" I asked, confused, as he chuckled this time.
"Like a fool. You are a fool who was sold by his friend to the slave establishment. So now, better keep your mouth shut and rest, tomorrow is going to be a long day." with that he closed his eyes again, leaving me bewildered in a corner.
"I think there is some misunderstanding. My friend could not do that to me." I replied, shaking my head. I could not believe that it was even possible, but a part of me knew that they were too professional in it to make a mistake.
But could Alec do that to me. Suddenly I felt a cold engulfing my body. It must have been frostier than the cold produced by the rain.
"What is your name by the way?" asked the same man, keeping his eyes closed.
I sighed as I sat beside him, thinking of a new plan to run away from here.
"It is Evan." i replied half heartedly, i did not want to be rude, but at the same time i have no desire to make friends in this area. After all, I did not belong here.
"Hmm, the plan of escape you are making.. It would not work. So better come and take a rest before they assign work to you or decide to sell you." he replied, adjusting his posture lazily and then slept. I did not hear a single word further from him.
"Why would I leave the idea, just because you told me to do so? I did not belong here and I would soon be out no matter what!" I was assuring more to myself than to him by saying that out loud.
"How many girls and boys had cried with the same hope of wanting to get out of this place. It was usually the young ones who cried and wailed. Crying for the same people who had sold them off for the sake of some money." he spat in anger this time, though he was unenthusiastic. His words were filled with grief.
"But there would be some way to leave this place, i can not live here or die here?" I said, surely, I have not heard much. But there were few cases where people have run from slave establishments and then started a new life like normal people.
"Do you think I would have been sitting here enjoying this stinky little shit hole if I knew the way to escape from here? All I know is you will be dead before you know if you irked them more than they could bear, you are already lucky to be forgiven for the first time.`` This time I knew there was nothing more to talk about from this man. If i have to save myself i have to find a way out for myself.