@arrayofcolors | starter call.
he sits against the concrete wall, knees pulled to his chest as he stares blankly at the still-wet blood stains splattered against the walls and roof of his cell. all of this is impossible to comprehend, he doesn't understand at all what happened, and the cop hasn't exactly told them anything. all he knows is that he doesn't have a scratch on him (despite the animal attack he vividly remembers) and he woke up entirely naked. none of it makes sense, nothing he comes up will can connect the dots. he knows the blood on the wall is his, he can just feel it, but he doesn't know how that's possible when he's completely uninjured. and that amount of blood? he's sure he'd be dead if he lost that much. then again, he was sure he was dead after the animal attack. "do you think he's gonna kill us?" he may be asking, but in his head he already thinks he knows the answer. a cop can't just kidnap two people for no reason and then just let them go. if he lets them go they'll tell people, if he kills them... well, it'd certainly be easier on him to take that route.
