Morgan rapped on the door with his knuckles, before opening it.
"Hey, Daniel! Its Agent Morgan."
Daniel looked up. He looked no better than he did a few days ago, when Morgan first met him.
"Oh... Uh... Hi."
He gave Morgan a nervous smile.
"I... Uh... I need to talk to you for a few minutes. Is that alright?"
Daniel looked back down, swallowed, and nodded.
"O-okay."
Morgan walked further into the small room and sat down on the chair beside Daniels bed.
"Daniel I need to ask you a few, very important, questions. I won't lie to you, some might be hard to answer. But I need you to try and answer them
As best you can, if you can. Okay?"
Daniel bit the inside of his cheek.
"Yes." He answered, quietly.
"Are you ready? And remember, we can always take a break if you need to..."
"N-no it's okay. I can do this."
"Okay... Now, did Mr. Sanderseon ever take you to his house?"
Daniel blinked, and nodded.
"Okay. Did he ever take pictures of you, without your clothes on or while hurting you?"
Tears started to form in his eyes and he, gently, took Morgans large hand.
"Y-yes."
This time Morgan swallowed. Daniel chewed on his bottom lip.
"Did he ever film himself hurting you?"
He nodded.
"A-a few times..."
"Okay. Now, this Is a hard question, but it's also very important. Alright?"
He nodded. Morgan squeezed his hand before asking:
"Did he ever invited other men over to hurt you too?"
Tears streaked down his cheeks, and he nodded.
Morgan waited a moment before continuing.
"Did he film that too?" He asked quietly.
Daniel took his hand away, moved his knees closer to his body, and covered his face.
Away a minute or two he shifted his hands so they were crossed across his chest. He kept his head slightly down, and his eyes downcast, when he talked.
"He told me it would be selfish to keep me for himself. Some were really rough, and hurt me, others were really gently, I bairly felt it those times...
H-he posted pictures on a few websites to advertise. I hated them... I begged him to take them off! I-I didn't think you'd find out..." he admitted.
Morgan placed his hands over one of Daniels.
"I did. How come you didn't tell me? About this other stuff?"
"B-because you seemed so cool, I didn't want you to think I was a prostitute or porn star or something..."
"Daniel, I would never think any lower of you because of anything! None of this is your fault! And I find it hilarious that you think I would think you were a prostitute or porn star!"
Daniel smiled slightly, but frowned again right away.
"We're gonna get him you know... He'll go to jail and never get out, I promise!"
Morgan said reaching and squeezing his small hand.
Daniel swallowed.
"I-I know... Can I... Can I ask you something ?"
"Yes..." Morgan was hesitant.
"Well... Um... I was wondering if... If you... Um... If you could... Could go to court with me? The trial..."
Morgan was surprised. He was going to go to the trial anyways...
He swallowed.
"I was planning on going to the trial anyways... So yes, I'll go with you."
Daniel was quiet for a minute.
"T-thank you." He said quietly, still staring at his knees.
Morgan patted his back, Daniel flinched.
"I've got to go. Here's... Here's my cell number. You can call me any time, day or night. Okay? Any time."
While talking he wrote his number down on a piece of paper before giving it to Daniel, and then he left.