It had been a couple of days later and I realized I wasn't going to get out of hear. Day by day Carlos would bring me food, and regularly check up on me every few hours. And every day I tried talking to him, pleading for him to let me go. But as usual he ignored me.

About a week later He told me everything, (after me yelling and crying of corse).

It turns out that he had a family in Columbia, (a wife and a 1year old son)
he worked in Canada and use to send them money.

What he said next made my stomach week.
it turns out that his family were killed due to one of my parents many mining companies.

I never fealted more ashamed in my life. Epically seeing the sorrow in his eyes.