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He took in a deep breath and breathed
her scent, as the woman turned her back to him and began to walk away.
    "You were lucky this time around, Rebekka
Franck," Allan said and started the car. Before he backed out he looked in
the rear view mirror and looked at Camilla still lying unconscious on the
backseat. Then he smiled to his own reflection. "Hi, I'm Allan, wanna
play?" he said and stepped on the gas pedal.

Chapter 19
    Amalie heard
something in the darkness and opened her eyes. She had
been sleeping, exhausted after screaming and banging. Now she was yet again
awake slowly realizing that her nightmare hadn't ended. She gasped and touched
the roof of her box once again. It was still there. She sighed, desperately
preparing herself for whatever was in store for her, when suddenly there was
another sound. A new sound. It didn't come from her or from inside of her box,
it came from outside, out in the room.
    Afraid that it might be her captor coming to
hurt her, she kept quiet to make sure it wasn't him. The sound was still there.
It sounded like a moaning. Slowly it became stronger, then grunts and groans.
Amalie listened carefully. She had gotten to know the sounds of the cellar very
well in her hours of darkness, but this was certainly new. This was definitely
one she hadn't heard before. The moaning came from a person. Someone else was
in the room!
    Amalie gasped and tried to look, but her eyes
couldn't see much through the darkness. The only light that came into the
cellar where she was kept, came from under the door where she had seen the
stairs end. It was dim, but at least it was something.
    Amalie blinked her eyes trying to figure out
where the noise was coming from. The grunts became louder, and then there was a
thump, like the person hit their head, then the familiar sound of someone
patting, examining something frantically, and not finding what they were
looking for, while slowly realizing that there might not be an escape. The
grunting became louder and now Amalie heard fists hammering. It sounded just
like when she had banged her fists against the plastic of her own cage. She
exhaled deeply knowing exactly what the person was going through. A few seconds
later the inevitable came. The person started screaming.
    "HELP!"
    Then a pause and more hitting, punching on the
plastic.
    "What is this? Hey, where am I?
Hallo?"
    That was when something got really stirred up
inside of Amalie. She felt tears piling up behind her eyes. She knew that voice
and even if she was happy to hear a familiar voice, it also filled her with
tremendous waves of angst and sadness.
    "Camilla?" she said and stared in the
direction of the sounds. All she could see was the outline of a box similar to
hers.
    The other person stopped hitting the plastic.
    "Is that you, Camilla?" she said
again.
    "Amalie?" she replied, her voice
subdued by the box. She was sobbing as she spoke. "Where are we?"
    "I don't know," Amalie replied with a
thick voice. "I’ve tried to figure it out for a long time now."
Amalie sniveled and put her palm on the plastic. She couldn't see Camilla, but
liked hearing her voice even if it meant that she too now was a captive.
    "How did you get here?" she asked.
    Camilla went quiet. "I don't know,"
she cried. "There was this guy. He was really nice, he ... he ... he had
your phone. I recognized the cover, so I followed him to ask him how he got it.
I had been looking for you for days. He told me he had found it somewhere ...
then he ... then he put something over my mouth and nose, something that
smelled horrible ... so horribly sweet ... and I guess I fainted after that. I
have a terrible headache right now."
    Amalie couldn't hold in her tears any longer.
She put her palm on the plastic box's side and silently let it all out. She
didn't want Camilla to see her losing it, so she kept it to herself.
    "At least I found you," Camilla said.
"It drove me crazy not knowing what happened to you or where you were.
Have you been here