All I own is Paige and plot. R&R please

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Paige woke up to a throbbing pain in her head. She sat up, a wave of nausea washing over her. She was in a small dark room, and her wrists and ankles were tied.

"Dad?" She called out in a quiet, hoarse voice.

"Paige?" came Spencer's voice, from close by.

"Spencer? What happened?" She asked. He sat up next to her, his ankles and wrists tied up as well.

"I don't know," he said. "Are you okay?"

"I think so, I have a headache, and I'm dizzy." She told him.

"It's from the drugs they used." He said.

"Drugs? Spencer, I'm scared. I want to go home." She said. He scooted close to her, so that their shoulders were touching.

"It's gonna be okay, Paige. I promise." Just then, the door opened, letting in blinding light.

"Come on, little lady. We're going to have some fun." Said the figure, who then grabbed Paige by the arm and pulled her up. He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, then left Spencer in darkness.

Spencer sat in the darkness, afraid of the sounds he might hear, but refusing to turn his back on Paige. He listened, cringing with every sound of a hand connecting with skin, every scream that tore from Paige's lips, the sound of material ripping. It seemed like he had to listen to it for ages, before the door opened again and Paige was thrown in on the floor. In the brief second that the door was open, Spencer gathered that they were in a closet. He quickly turned his attention to Paige, her sobs tearing at his heart.

"Paige, what did he do to you?" Spencer asked, quickly trying to untie his wrists. After a few minutes he was successful. He then went to work on his ankles. Untying his ankles was fairly easy, now that his hands were free. He felt for Paige in the darkness.

"Paige, listen to me." He said. Her sobs decreased somewhat, after she felt his hand on her face.

"Spencer, he hit me." She said. He felt blood seeping out of her forehead.

"Did he touch you? You know..." Spencer couldn't finish it.

"He touched me with his hands, but he didn't r-rape me." She said. Spencer, he took my shirt and my pants. I'm so cold now."

He felt her shiver. He quickly took off his shirt and draped it over her.

"I want to sleep Spencer." She croaked.

"Paige, listen to me. You can't sleep. I'm afraid you might have a concussion. You have to stay awake." He told her.

"But Spencer," she said, her eyes closing.

Spencer gently shook her.

"Listen to me, Paige." His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could see her eyes open again. "About what happened at the library. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry that you kissed me?" She asked.

"No. I'm sorry that I lied." He replied.

"What are you talking about?" She shivered again, so he pulled her to his chest.

"When you asked me if I wanted to pretend it never happened, I lied. I really don't want to pretend that, Paige. I just want to kiss you like that all the time." He said.

"Then why did you lie?" She asked.

"I don't know, I got scared." He said. "But now I'm scared that I'll lose you, and I can't ignore my feelings for you." Spencer whispered, then placed a gentle kiss into her hair.

"Spencer," she whispered.

"What?"

"Promise me something?"

"What is it Paige?" Spencer asked.

"Promise me that when we get out of here, that those words will be just as true then as they are now?" She pleaded.

"I promise Paige, I promise." He breathed into her ear. Then he laid a soft, gentle kiss on her bleeding lips. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him, protecting her. Before he could stop himself, he was asleep.