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187thin small male looked so vulnerable it made her feel great pity for it, sitting there alone in the dark, surrounded by the harsh bricks and mortar of the cellar.She reached him and looked down at the creature. Only then as her shadow fell onto it, did its head turn in fear and look up at her. She saw its large black eyes open and stare.She knelt down. She felt no fear, no hatred, no %u2018you raped me%u2019; she felt only a strong desire to protect it.Once, she had feared spiders and was revolted by them, but overcame that long ago. Fear is what creates wars, dominance, violence, and desire to control or destroy. She knew this. This was a creature that somehow was lost and far from its right home.She put out a hand and stroked it, trying to show kindness and said, %u201cCome with me.%u201dShe doubted it would understand her words but then something odd: a whispering in her head. It wasn%u2019t spoken. His mouth never moved. She heard, pitifully, %u2018Help me%u2019.She reached for his hand, nodding her head, as she pulled him gently so that he knew to stand up. When he%u2019d straightened, she put her arms around him and pulled him gently into her and said, %u201cCome with me. You%u2019re safe here.%u201dShe felt a wetness and held him away slightly. He was crying. It was his tears on her breast.%u201cCome,%u201d she whispered.She led him upstairs and in the better light of the hallway, saw he had a lot of mud and dirt on his body and under his nails. %u201cI think we need to give you a warm soapy shower,%u201d she told him and took him upstairs to the bathroom. He was passive, still scared, and held her hand the way a child might hold its mother%u2019s when out The Sink Hole