Blackfeather Woods mama, we're all going to hell

Nothing that he found in the cave, or was given exclusively to him, was touched. No meals had passed his lips since his arrival, no herbs (as far as he knew, since Titmouse slept much of the hours away), and any attempt at connection from his captors was met with silence or, more often than not, snide remarks and lots of curse words. By this point he was hungry enough (and drained enough of energy) that he might consider taking something - but as he was alone within the big dark cave, the boy found himself idly chewing on whatever was around instead. The latest thing was a big chunk of stone; some part of the wall must have crumbled apart in the past... But whatever. It gave him something to focus on, something to do, and kept him from falling in to a drug-induced stupor for the upteenth time. All the while Titmouse thought, They'll notice I'm gone, referring to his siblings of course, they'll notice and they'll come and these assholes will pay.