Go!

Ethan's blood ran cold as his senses sharpened. His wrists were bound tightly with a rough rope, the fibers digging into his skin. He kept his breathing even, pretending to still be unconscious. 

The man's gruff voice echoed in the chamber as he tossed Lia onto the damp floor beside him. "Fucking pain in my ass," He muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. "Gonna make sure you two fetch me a good price." He turned away, pulling out a flask and taking a swig. 

That man wasn't too worried about them. Ethan's gut feeling told him that this was probably the only advantage they were going to have. He waited as he heard the footsteps leave the tunnel.

"Fucking hell. They are not paying me enough to stand in this stench." The man grumbled as he walked out. Ethan still kept his eyes closed. He wanted to wait and make sure that the coast was clear just in case the man decided to come back immediately.