Y/N's POV

Joey has had me here for a week now...I think, I don't know. He's been beating me, raping me, doing whatever he wants, he's even forcing me to take birth control pills. Why won't he just kill me already? He's cute me enough to where I'm numb, I can't feel, and I don't care. Right now I'm sitting on a bed that you can't really call a bed, it's really just a metal bedframe with a foam mattress on top, no sheets, no blankets, no pillows, nothing. I'm not handcuffed to the bed anymore that's good, I guess again I don't care. I just want to be saved, I just want Spencer to come and find me and hug me, console me, comfort me, I just want him to hold me, I just want him. I started crying, no I started bawling my eyes out. I yelled for Spencer, I know he can't hear me, I don't care, hell I don't care about anything. I know that he can't hear me, I know Penny can't hear me, no one can, but I just need to scream, why won't he just kill me already, I quickly stood up and yelled, "KILL ME! JUST KILL ME ALREADY! PLEASE!" I know Joey isn't here, he's somewhere else. I just need to scream, loudly, I need to get this out of my system. I sat back on the bed and cried more. "Spencer, please help me." I cried and cried, no one came though. Will anyone ever come for me?

Spencer's POV

It's been a week, I haven't slept, I barely eat, all I can think about is Y/N. I know she's hurting, I can feel it. We cleared out his apartment to try and find an address, a place he might be keeping her, anything. I need to help her.