The small boy nodded. He still looked confused about where he was but didn’t question it. He looked at the door once more. “Why can’t I leave? Does father know I’m here?” He leant on the edge of the bed and gripped the mattress tightly.
“Friendly advice, don’t ask questions I won’t have to make you stop asking them.” Sebastian warned, pointing to the table on the other side of the room. “Sit down.”
He walked over and sat down. Looking around some more, he tried to figure out where he was. There were very few clues. He sat for a moment before deciding to ask a question anyway.
"What are we going to do? Sit?"