He looked around him, trying to make sense of where he was. The place looked like an old warehouse. His throat was patched. He s been out for God knows how long. "Hello?" he cried out weakly no one was there to answer him except his voice coming back to mock. His hands and legs were tied but thankfully the idiot who abducted him didn t seal his mouth. He hollered out again, his voice stronger than the way it was. He could see rows of boxes piled on top of one another. He was hidden between rows of boxes. Where was he? He wondered.
The pain in his chest has subsided to a dull throb. Then he heard the first faintly then it grew louder. The footsteps moved closer. Lewis pretended to be out still. He perceived the steps to be two people at the minimum he couldn t tell, but then he heard the voices, Male voices.
"What do you want to do with him?"
One of the voices asked. It sounded like it belonged to someone in his late teens. Lewis couldn t be sure though.