Milo's voice was barely more than a whisper. Alec would have struggled to hear what he said if not for his hunger and sharpened senses.
"Milo. Although the circumstances are a little unfortunate, it's nice to meet you."
"T-the old man told me not to talk to you," Milo said, suppressing his sniffles.
"But you're doing it anyway. You're brave. And there's no reason to listen to a kidnapper like him. Just stay calm, and we'll get out of here before long."
Milo shook his head in response.
"I can't leave!"
"Why not…?" Alec asked worriedly.
'There's no way he already has Stockholm Syndrome, right?'
"Because I'll turn into a monster if I do!" Milo cried out, tears bursting out of his eyes and breaking into sobs. Milo hugged his knees to his chest.
"No, you won't. Do you think that old man has the power to do something like that? He's just a crazy bastard who knows a little magic. He's not—"
"He showed it to me! He showed me Alice!"
"Who's Alice?"
