The Underground

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The 11 year old girl's stomach rumbled waking her up. Her big lashes flattered open. She noticed the quietness in the room, which she despised.

She leaned her head back her knotty blonde hair touching the oily stone wall. "Gionavvi? " she asked into the rotting uncouth air. She winced as she leaned against the wall, as a reply she heard a muffled "yeah."

She feels a hand on her shoulder. She swore that there was only a stone wall behind her nothing else. Slowly, she turned her pale, fragile head to her left, where she felt the bones hand. Gionavvi and the two other boys noticed she was breathing heavily, they were looking in her direction, looking at each other, mumbling "what's wrong?" and "Oi, calm down, child!"all which were muffled, they came from the other two boys. She ignored them, turning her head more, her blue eyes widening.

Behind her was a human skeleton hand, what scared her even more was that it was a child's one. She looked up squishing her eyes, so she could see. A child's skeleton was held up by a chain by their feet. The flesh of the body just holding the bones together. The boney hands dropping, the mouth was wide open spiders crawling out. The child was dead. It's probably been dead for a while as well, no wonder the room smelt rotting and uncouth.

The little girl screamed, crawling into the middle of the room, underneath the orangey lightbulb. She brought the scrawny little legs to her chest, crying hysterically. Her blue icy eyes held fear and terror as they widened, she cried out, "Giovanni! I want to go home!"

She got on the hands and knees and started to crawl over to him, crying. She sobbed as she reached him. Giovanni stared hopelessly at him, he was tied up. He couldn't help her, he wanted to wrap his arms around her frail body, his heart clench and his stomach twisted. Pulling against the chains, making them rattle, he could see her shaking madly from fear.

"Hey, it's okay," his strong French accent, muffled by the dirty gag. The little girl pulled her small shaky, smooth hands to his gag, she slowly but hesitantly removed the gag, again.

She knew the man wasn't there because it was quiet. Too quiet. The gag was tied around his neck so she could easily put it back in if the man comes.

"What's your name?" Giovanni asked the small scared little girl looking into her fearful eyes.

"I-I'm Theodora, but p-please c-call me T-Teo," she was stuttering, looking anyway but where she was sat two minutes ago. Her voice was tiny and croaky she needed water, a lot of it. She was mortified.

"Beautiful name," Giovanni smiled, "why don't you go other to those two and take their gags out too?" He suggested, trying to get the horrific image out of her mind.

She nodded, "okay," her voice was wobbly, shaken by the horror that just placed into the 11 year old girls mind.

She crawled over to a boy which was younger than Gionavvi, she was the youngest there, he seemed about 14. He had brown curly hair, like Gionavvi but his was floppy not curly, blue pale eyes unlike Giovanni's brown ones.

She shakily took out his gag, "Thanks Teo,"he smiled, pulling on the chain that holstered his arms up, putting his legs in a more comfortable position.

"A-and you a-are?" She asked him, reaching to touch his curly hair,  she ruffled it a bit, before giggling at his unamused face.

"Diago," he had a British accent, which made Theodora happy that she wasn't the only English one there, although he did look quite itsilian, tanned olive skin, and his top was off leaving him only in shorts, just like Giovanni and the other boy.