Fight for freedom

1869 A.D

The girl sat shrivelled up in the corner of the alleyway, the stench of rotten foods spreading through the air. She was curled in a ball, her butterscotch eyes pleading. As rich families past her she plead, “Please, someone…help me.” The young girl had no parents, no-one to love her or hold her. Apart from Mr.Jenkins.

Mr.Jenkins was an ugly man, he wore a large top hat and long brown coat that was down to his ankles. He had a dirty white blouse and brown braces with brown trousers which were ripped at the bottom. He had a large black moustache and frown lines.

Over the shouts of people in the market a loud cane smacked the ground in a fast beat, getting louder and louder and it approached the girl. A figure pulled the girls hair and through her into the dark alleyway, she screamed and yelped.

“Oh shut it you ugly girl!” He shouted smashing his cane around her head, her beautiful eyes welled up with tears. It was Mr.Jenkins. “Listen, got any money?” She looked down at the grey stones, ashamed of herself and shook her head. He slapped her pale, fragile cheek and bent down in front of her. “What?!” He shouted, she cried in pain. “What?!” He shouted repeatedly.

“No sir,” she whispered.

“I want you to get out there and plead until you bleed. Understand me?!” She nodded feebly as he through her back around the corner.

She landed on her hands and knees, falling back and smacking the back of her head on the corner of the wall, listening to the sound of the cane quickly disappear. She screamed as the people staring became a fuzz and she slowly lost consciousness. All hope of life fading away.

The End

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