“So any plans of escape?” Mangolia cleared his throat, his voice, low yet firm , carried through the tight space

No one answered. The smallest boy in the middle, lifted his head, his clavicles popping out like dried twigs, his small head dangled on his thin neck as he tilted his head at Mangolia. 

“What a fool.” He snarled bitterly “do you think you can escape from the clutches of this wicked man? We are small, he is big, even a blind can see we stand no chance against that ...