He figured that, but at the same time Zhen knew he didn't have funds to persuade the man to do anything else.
Defeat washed over the Oban like a stifling blanket on a summer day. It was too much. The tears didn't stop as he got up to do as he was told. He got up to curl into the bed in the corner, trying to hide as much of himself as possible. Zhen's hands tucked between his legs, his forehead rested against his knees and he just cried.
"W...Where are you taking me?"
Most of the boy figured the grey skinned man wasn't going to answer him. In fact, he half prepared for a hit or more harsh words.
Heras Box