In my room, I halted before my closet, deciding to see if I could contact Danny again. I sat on my bed and closed my eyes, willing his image to come to me. I breathed deeply, knowing I couldn’t force anything. Danny had to be willing to have me in his head in the first place. Normally, he most likely wouldn’t have a problem with that, but these were not normal conditions. I let those thoughts float through my brain without attaching any importance to them whatsoever. I put my hands on my midsection, knowing that usually calmed me enough to focus on what I had to do. Suddenly, a picture of poor Danny in only his underwear popped into my mind. I stiffened, worried that his captors were taking things to a different level.
“Danny, can you hear me?” I kept my voice low so I wouldn’t freak Danny out too much. I didn’t want him to scream and alert someone that something was amiss. Instead, Danny smiled at the sound of my voice, looking happier than he had two seconds ago. There was a bruise around his right eye which suggested that his captors were getting frustrated. That didn’t bode well for his future.
“Auntie! You….back….scared….now!” Danny was on the floor of the closet, huddled in the corner. There was a strong stench pervading from the corner opposite, probably where Danny voided his bowels if his captors didn’t come in time to take him to the bathroom. Poor Danny, having to sit with that foul smell every day! They could at least clean it up from time to time.