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So he stayed, doing his best to comfort the boys and make sure they knew that not everyone in the world hated them. He would tell them about his memories with his mother. Get them to try and remember times with their families before they were taken. Most of the time, it only made the boys cry, but he thought it was important to remember. Once they forgot, it meant they accepted this as their fate, and he refused to do that.
"Are you done yet?" Larry yelled.
"Almost." He hurried to dry the last few items and put them away.
This was the time of the night he hated things the most. Larry would rush him to finish, then he'd watch Danny as he showered. Once he'd showered, Larry would have him watch as he washed, forcing Danny to witness him masturbating before he washed himself. It happened almost every night. Still, at least he was no longer forcing Danny to do things with him. That had stopped about two years ago, shortly after he'd brought the boys to the house. Danny hated that. He'd gladly do anything Larry asked of him if it kept Larry from doing it to the boys. They were too young, maybe eight or nine. He'd been just as young when Larry had taken him, but at least he was used to the pain, the torture, the humiliation. The boys still cried every time, and there was nothing Danny could say or do to make it better.
He dried his hands and turned to face Larry, keeping his eyes cast down so he wasn't looking directly at him. Making eye contact would get him punched. Speaking without being spoken too would do the same. He knew his place, understood the rules, and did what he needed to so he could survive. One day, he'd find a way out and put an end to this hell.
"Go get undressed and start your shower. I'll be there once I check the locks again." Larry turned away.
Danny did as he was told, going down the short hallway and into the small bathroom. He stripped and stepped into the shower without bothering to let the water warm. If he was lucky, he could finish before Larry was there to watch for long. He washed his hair using bar soap, then did the same to his body. The soap ran off him and down the drain. How he wished he could do the same. If only escape was that easy for him.
"Make sure you wash that cage well," Larry demanded.
His voice had Danny's eyes popping open as he fought back a groan. He hated the cage. He'd been wearing it for so long. It never came off. He moved his hand between his legs and made sure to clean the cock cage that trapped his penis. It had been Larry's idea. A way to make sure Danny would never touch his precious boys. His cock had been encased in the metal cage so long that he'd forgotten what it was like to not wear it. He often wondered if Larry still had the key.
He finished washing and left the water running as he stepped out. He waited quietly, dripping water onto the mat outside the shower until Larry handed him a towel. "Now you'll watch me."
Danny quickly dried his hair and shoulders, but that was all he had time for before Larry was in the shower and ready for Danny to watch him. He fisted the towel in his hands, knowing better than to try and use it to cover his nakedness. He stared at Larry, faking interest in his shower, watching the way his hands moved over his body, and then fighting back nausea as he was forced to watch him masturbate.
Danny's body had no reaction. It never did with him. He'd caused him so much pain that arousal wasn't ever going to be associated with Larry. Besides, he wore the cage. The few times his cock had tried to get hard in his sleep had been enough for his body to learn not to become aroused. He doubted he could ever get hard again, even if the cage came off, and that was okay. He didn't want to get aroused.
Larry grunted his release as he leered at Danny.
He didn't respond in any way other than continuing to stare at Larry. This was how it was every night.
Danny stood aside as Larry dried off, then he finally allowed him to finish drying, which was pointless since he'd been standing there air-drying while Larry showered. Then naked, Danny followed him to the bedroom.
As always, Larry watched as he eased down on the small crib mattress on the floor. It was hardly big enough for his body, but it was better than nothing and much better than Larry's bed which he demanded for years Danny share with him. He curled up in a ball, dragging the thin blanket over him. Once his eyes were closed, Larry got into his bed.
Danny kept his eyes closed as he heard Larry's TV come on, then listened to the end of a show before the news started. It was his favorite time of the day. There was something about hearing the nightly news that reminded him there was a world outside this house that went on without him. There were people living normal lives. It gave him a hold on something other than Larry and this house he'd been stuck inside for so long.
He didn't open his eyes until hours later when Larry finally clicked off the light. In the darkness of the room, he was wide awake, wondering just like he did every other night if there was a way out of this hell, and what would he do if he ever did escape?
CHAPTER THREE
Marshall glanced up as Patrick walked into the computer room. "What's up?"
"Was just checking in to see if there's anything new." Patrick took a seat beside him.
"Bored?" Marshall raised a brow. It had been a slow week. They'd done plenty of research and had a ton of leads, but there wasn't anything solid enough to send the team out on a sting. When you were literally putting lives in jeopardy, you couldn't rush things. They needed to gather facts, set up files of proof and evidence to leave behind for the police, and make sure the site was safe and secure so no one got caught when they went in.
Patrick shrugged. "In this business slow is a good thing, but I'm a bit restless."
"I can send you over to mow my lawn," Marshall teased.
"I can if you want," Patrick offered.
"Nah, I'll get it done. If you're really that bored, I've got some simple background searches to run on a few names. If you want to do that and print off anything you find, I'll give you the names." Marshall nodded to a list of handwritten names he'd come across while digging through some photos on the dark web.
"Sure." Patrick took the paper and turned to one of the unused computers.
Marshall took a moment to set Patrick up and show him what programs to use for the search. It was simple stuff that anyone could handle. They weren't digging too deep yet, but Marshall wanted to know who these guys were and where they lived.
Once he was back to his own computer and work, he thought about Patrick. The guy was quiet, having come to the team about the same time Marshall had. He didn't know much about him, only that D had met Patrick in jail and the two of them hit it off. Somehow, D and his old team in California had managed to help Patrick beat the charge of murder and offered him a job in Denver. He was a good guy from what Marshall could tell. As far as he was concerned, any person who could go into a site and take down the pedophiles was alright in his book. That was a job Marshall couldn't have stomached. The team didn't kill the men and women they hunted, but what they did do was violent enough that Marshall was glad his skills were at the computer and not helping out with the actual takedowns.
Marshall went back to work, looking to find where several new photos had originated. They were of young children, most around the age of five, and they were some of the most horrific photos he'd ever seen, and that was saying something. He was determined to find out the original source of the photos and let the team put a stop to the monsters who were abusing the children. Nothing motivated him more than thinking about children being saved, and the violence being stopped.
