"I want to let you know ahead of time, that this is going to help you. Not hurt you. You're going to see that you and I are just like each other. We both want the same thing."
"you must have me confused with someone else, because I don't think I ever wanted to take advantage of a five year old," Morgan spat back.
"We don't take advantage of them. We help them. We only take girls from broken homes. Carolynn's mother was a prostitute she was gone all hours of the night. If she had been there to take care of her daughter, then I wouldn't have gone anywhere near her. That girl in the other room, her name is Eleanor. Her parents were getting a divorce. They only signed her up for choir so they could fight with each other without her there."
"What about the girl I found? What was her story?"
"I knew you'd want to know about her. I'll make a deal with you. If you allow me to torture you for ten minutes, without saying no, I'll answer one of your questions, but the moment you say no, you can't ask anymore questions."
Morgan didn't have a choice he had to try and find the girl's family.
"Okay," he said," I'll do it."
"What's your first question?"
"Who were her parents?"
The man went to a near by table and picked up a metal ring with spikes on it. He walked over to Morgan an put it around his neck. It hurt instantly. Morgan lifted his head as much as he could, but it wasn't enough. He remembered Reid saying something about a form of torture, where the victim had to keep his head erect for days. Morgan couldn't imagine doing this for the next nine minutes.
Then he heard singing. Beautiful singing. It gave him something to focus on other than the pain. He focused on the music. On the lyrics. On the hope behind the words.
"Set a fire down in my soul that I can't contain and I can't control."
She finished her song, and then started another one, that was just as beautiful as the last.
"Spirit lead me where my trust is without boarders. Let me walk upon the waters wherever you would call me."
"Your time is up,"the man said.
He took the collar of of Morgan, revealing deep gashes in his neck.
"The girl's mother was a nun. She was having an affair. When she got pregnant she panicked, but a priest offered to take care of the child when she was born. If he hadn't intervened the girl would either be dead or her mother would have been humiliated."
The man went to the door and grabbed Eleanor.
"Clean him up, while I get the next thing," he said.
Eleanor grabbed a role of bandages and a bottle of water.
"Was that you singing?"
"Yeah,"she said,"It usually helps the new girls. I thought it would do the same for you."
"You're very good at it,"Morgan said.
"Thanks,"she said.
"Can I ask you something?"
"I'm not allowed to answer anymore questions about the girl you found,"Eleanor's eyes looked bigger than ever.
"It's not about her,"Morgan assured her.
"Then go for it,"she relaxed.
"Why were you singing Christian songs the whole time?"
"When I was about three, my grandmother bought me an iPod, filled with about five hundred worship songs on it. So whenever my parents were fighting I would listen to it and feel protected. So, when I was taken I had all those songs memorized. I thought that if I kept singing them, God would have to save me. He still hasn't, but I know he'll save me. He'll send someone. Maybe you're the one he sent to help me."
Morgan highly doubted that, but he wasn't going to crush her hopes.
"Maybe I am."
"Can you drink anything?"
"I think so,"he was suddenly feeling thirsty.
"Well that's going to have to wait until later,"the man came back, with a metal wash tub filled with bugs.
