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find me?
    “I’m here!” I called out. “I’m down here. Please hurry!”
    “We’re coming Emily, sweetheart! Just hang on, okay? We’re going to get you out of here,” a faint voice reassured me.
    As much as I wanted to believe them, I couldn’t fight the feeling of panic that had worked its way up my body, tightening and constricting my chest and then my vocal chords. The dirt “walls” of the hole I was trapped in were closing in all around me—getting closer and closer to suffocating me and I struggled to breathe.
    Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I felt two, strong warm hands wrap around me in the darkness and I flinched away, expecting Calvin. I shrunk as far back as I could, turning my head in anticipation of a slap or a punch—whatever he felt like dishing out at that given moment, but it never came.
    “Shh, shh. Emily, sweet Emily, it’s okay,” a soft whisper split the darkness and a sob escaped Spencer’s lips as the flashlight he was holding fell to the ground. I felt a hand reach out to brush my hair back from my face and I instinctively pulled away. I didn’t want to and logically I knew there was nothing for me to be afraid of, but I couldn’t help it.
    “Dear God, what has he done to you?” he choked, wiping tears from his eyes. “I’m so sorry I let this happen. I never thought…I thought you were dead, Em…” he trailed off, his voice infected with a sorrow that would be hard to heal. I could only imagine how horrible I must have looked. I mean, after all, I was chained up inside of a hole and I hadn’t been able to eat, drink, or use the bathroom properly in I wasn’t sure how long. Not to mention, I could barely see because my face was so swollen and bruised from being beaten. I couldn’t imagine what Spencer was thinking about me at that moment and I felt utterly ashamed of myself. So ashamed that in a way, I wished I was dead.
    I wanted to be happy that Spencer was here to rescue me, but at the same time, I didn’t feel like I deserved it. And I sure as hell didn’t want him to see me like this. He would never be able to feel the same about me as he did before. From now on I would always be damaged goods.
    “Emily, please. Talk to me, sweetheart. I need to know that you’re okay,” he pleaded, searching my eyes for a confirmation—any kind of sign that things would be alright.
    But I couldn’t give it to him. So instead, I stared blankly ahead, laying my head back against the wall, the only word I could muster up was a whispered, “Calvin.”

Chapter 11
Emily
     
     
     
    I couldn’t explain it, but something about being “free” just didn’t sit right with me. Clearly. I mean, what stable person’s first thought, moments after they’re rescued by their Knight in Shining Armor, is to whisper the name of their sadistically twisted captor?
    The look on Spencer’s face was one that I would never be able to forget—a mercurial mix of anguish, sorrow and  disgust. I had hung my head in shame, but not before I saw the tears slipping down his cheeks as he tried to hold it together, pushing back his heartbreak. I doubted that was his anticipated first response during the culmination of my rescue, but it was a knee jerk reaction. Not something that I had planned. Maybe that made it even worse. I couldn’t have imagined that I’d ever feel this way about Calvin—especially now, but I couldn’t help how I felt.
    Don’t get me wrong: I was grateful for Spencer coming to my rescue. I really was. At least, the logical side of my brain. But a part of me, deep down—the sick part—actually cared for Calvin. The longer I had been around him, the more I had fallen under his spell. I knew it wasn’t logical, but it was something that I couldn’t help. It was hard for me to admit to myself, but a part of me actually enjoyed the way he had treated me. Maybe because I thought I had deserved it, or maybe because Spencer had kept a large part of himself