[3rd Person's POV]
Etienne's breath hitched after his already dark vision inside the sack became even darker. He knew it meant they entered a room devoid of light. His hands were freed, but the sack on his face remained.
He heard low whimpers and fearful sobs which broke his heart. Different timbres of voices—there were adults, children, men, and women. His hand instinctively reached out to Noir, but the man escorting them, upon noticing his hand raised, smacked it hard.
Etienne whimpered because of the stinging pain.
Noir turned to the noise aggressively, shouting, "Etienne?! What did they do? Fuck! Don't fucking touch him! I'll kill you!"
"I'm fine, Noir. It was nothing," Etienne answered, caressing the back of his palm, which turned visibly red from the hit.
"Are you sure you're okay? What was that sound?" Noir probed.
However, he was pushed further into the room with a warning, "Shut your mouth or I'll shove my fist in it!"
