The Underground

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The sun blazed onto the little girl's back as she sat upon the library stairs awaiting for her mother. She looked up at the bright pastel blue sky, bringing her pale hand to block the sun from her eyes. Her mother took her to Portugal early this holiday as they needed the space from everything that was going on in their home.

Her mother was currently inside renting a Roald Dahl book Matilda for the next two weeks, her mother noticed her staring at it, told her to go wait outside while she go do something.

As the little girl was on the steps she noticed that no one was in sight. Not a single soul was there. She was alone. The little girl looked down at her tiny feet, as she found them suddenly interesting.

Feeling a presence behind her, she tilted her head around so she could see. Her eyes widened as she saw an old man, probably aged 50 or 54 smiling down at her, widely. Her long blonde hair blew in the wind that sent cold shivers down her spine.

She knew something was wrong with the man, something dangerous. She tried to stand up quickly but to no avail, failed, her fragile little body was thrown to the ground, she made a yelp and tried to call out to anyone, no one could see her so it was no use.

Her eyesight began to blur she felt tired. Her head hurt, it must be from where she banged it as the man threw her to he hard concrete floor.

He manically laughed, picking up the dear child, quickly smiling "oh the good things I can do to you!" He whispered harshly into her ear, making her wince. It wasn't until he picked her up and walked to his car that she fell unconscious.

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The little girl found herself leaned against the dirty wooden floor. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open, she was expecting a bright light, but it did not come. She placed her palms on the ground pushing herself up off the floor, she leaned against  the grimy wall and pulled her legs to her chest.

Placing her head in her knees she began to cry, she didn't care if her long white dress would get wet from her tears or mucky from the grimy wall behind her.

She heard a groan come from the over side of the room. Her head shot up, she started to breathe heavily, panic surging through her bones, blood and skin. Goosebumps trailed her pale figure, hairs behind her neck stuck up, hairs on her legs and arms began to rise. She was terrified.

"H-hello? I-is a-a-anyone t-there?" Her teeth clattered, with fear and coldness.

There was a dim lightbulb on the top of the cemented ceiling just giving a small light space, the little girl had to squint her eyes to see the three figures in the room. They were all in the back of the room, near the door.

The room itself was disgusting, the floor had a gloomy look to it, it was dull and uncouth, the walls were bricked with stone. Spiderwebs formed in the corners on the top of the ceiling. The stench of the room just made the girl want to puke.

She heard more groans and a muffled, "Come near me, we won't hurt you," a voice said.

She could just about make the words out, it was a young male voice, so she knew it wasn't the old man, yet she was still scared on what was about to unfold. She slowly moved her back up the wall standing up slowly, being cautious of every movement she made.

Taking a step foreword, hand against the wall, she dragged her feet across the dirty wooden floor, she noticed her flip flops were no longer on her feet.