Jack stared at the man in terror. He stood in front of him with a microphone, while telling his dad what to do. There were screens all over the wall, one showed his dad, and another showed a little girl who looked like she was a few years younger than him. Jack tried again, to pull his hands apart, but the duct tape was too strong.
"You must be starving," the man said suddenly," let me get you some dinner."
"N-no thank you," Jack stuttered," I'm not hungry."
Jack didn't want to take any food from this man, for fear that it might be poisoned.
"Nonsense," the man laughed," you haven't eaten since breakfast, and you'll need your energy for everything I have planned."
Jack still shook his head.
"If you agree to eat, I'll give your dad some food, and he'll need it even more than you do," the man said," and if you eat it all, I'll let him sleep through the night, before we start for real."
"I'll eat the food, if you leave my dad alone for tonight, and let me talk to him again," Jack negotiated.
"Deal," the man said smugly.
Then he left Jack by himself, to get the food. There was little time to think of a plan. All that Jack saw was that the corners of the table were kind of sharp. He got up, and ran the duct tape along the edge. It wasn't the most flawless plan, but it was all he could think of at the time.
He filed it down until, he could rip it apart himself. The only door was in the hallway, past the kitchen. He would have to sneak past his captor. He slowly crept out the door. The man's back was turned to him, as he stepped past the kitchen door. Then the kitchen was no longer in sight. He turned his back, had his hand on the door nob. He was going to find his dad, and go back to his own life.
Bang!
Jack froze. His heart was pounding. There was a bullet whole in the door, inches away from his hand. He turned around, to seethe man, gun in hand. He was beyond furious. He only said four words.
"The deal is off."
Hotch followed the crying sound. Until he found the source. There was a little girl, younger that Jack, crying in the corner.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged.
"I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart," Aaron promised," I'm going to try and help you."
"That's what they all say," the girl whispered," but they eventually have to."
"Why would I have to hurt a sweet little girl like you?"
"Because if you don't, he'll hurt your son. Maybe you have good intentions, but he'll find a way to break you. He always does," she started crying again.
"What's your name?"
"Daniela," she answered.
"Daniela, can you tell me what happened to your parents?"
"My mommy died in a car crash. So did my baby brother. My dad and I were there. Our car fell into a lake. My daddy saved me, but my mom, and brother didn't make it. It's my fault my brother's dead," Daniela explained.
"It's not your fault, sweetie. Some times bad things just happen," Hotch tried to comfort her.
"No, my daddy said it was my fault. If I had learned how to swim, he could have saved my brother."
"Where is your daddy? I'm sure he's worried about you," Hotch said, thinking of his own son.
"The man who brought you here, was my daddy," Daniela admitted.
Hotch held in a gasp. The thought that anyone would do this type of thing to a child, still got to him.
"Aaron, I'm sure my little girl has explained everything to you. I of course, taught her to obey grown ups," the voice of Daniela's father filled his head again," it's to bad, that you can't say the same. Your son is on his way to become an everyday street thug. I guess that all A's report card won't do him any good then. Will it?"
"What did you do to my son?"
