Milo was so afraid of making a sound that he walked slowly, trembling as he approached the bed. The man was calmer now, which was quite strange.
Milo cleared his throat. He knew that even if he tried to speak, the man wouldn't answer him. So, he grabbed the ball from the man's mouth first, intending to ask him questions.
He didn't know why he should ask instead of helping directly, but his instinct told him not to touch anything related to Salvatore.
Still, he was curious and wished he could help without risking his life. He hesitated, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary, as if waiting for a sign that never came.
The ball popped out of his mouth, saliva dripping. Before Milo could ask anything, the man was already moaning.
"Sal, please..."
Milo froze. He swallowed nervously. What was that?
Was the man begging for his life or what?
But how could a prisoner have time to moan and move his hips so suggestively?
