Xavier slammed against the door. “Try again.”
The sudden impact on the door evoked a high pitched scream from Wyatt.
"U- Uhm. A human trafficker?"
"Pretty sure the 405 was clear all the way, I had them take you during non-rush hours." He paused. "Forget your life prior to this because it’s all over. You now have nothing but me. I am your god an the only thing you have left. ”
From far away, a higher male voice shouted “Xavier, soup’s ready!”
"Now you have nothing for eleven minutes. Fifteen if there’s bread."
Footsteps as he left, his sound’s descent indicating stairs.
"I don’t. What? Don’t just leave me here!" Wyatt exclaims.
He stays seated on the floor as he hears the footsteps become softer. As soon as he thinks his captor is out of earshot, he gets to his feet and begins searching for a way out.