He gets caught. After about a week. Amait tips the people who bring him back and thanks them and tells them there's an empty wine cellar and she'll get to it in a bit. 

Then she goes to her office and stares out the window.

Aya doesn't say anything.

"Now everybody's going to leave."

"...what?"

"I can hide this one but I can't hide arbitrarily many."

"Hide this one -"

"I'm not going to - I'm not evil, you know - sorry, that's really not - I can probably get him out. I'm not sure I can get him out while leaving everyone else under the impression I tortured him to death, and when they figure it out they'll, you know, presumably leave."

"Whereupon you'll be in some sort of legal trouble."

"All kinds of it. Maybe we can flee with them."

"Even if everyone is convinced you did torture him to death they're not exactly going to be cooperative enough for schemes like batches of twenty after."

"Yes, I know. I was - initially planning to try to fake it but now that seems horrible enough itself."

"I assume at this point there's no way to make it look like he was on an errand from you."

"Not really." Sigh. "Could say he was on an errand for Atyel and she neglected to tell me or something -"

"Are you currently legally allowed to sell him?"

"Someone who escaped? I really don't think so but I can look it up - do you want to go tell him that we're figuring something out while I look that up, I told him but you might be more credible -"

"Exactly how much is torturing him to death not an option -"

"Never."

"Are you absolutely sure."

"It seems like a hard thing to get confused about!"

"I wonder how I could possibly have doubted you, ma'am."

"Can we have this conversation some other time."

"I am not going to go tell him that torturing him is off the table if you might find it under the napkins."

"I won't!"