Ian let out a slight whimper of fear as he was dragged into the truck.  He knew what this meant, he knew all to well.  Fear, anxiety, and worry all filled him in that moment.  He went without a word though, and without putting up a fight.  Saying something was likely to get you hurt, and resisting would also get you hurt.  He knew it was better to just go quietly.  Ian sighed, but did nothing as he was placed in the truck.