DirtyMeStoryTime Rants/Help creepy man

From Create Your Own Story

"Hi little girl," a man said as I walked by on my way to school. "I have some puppies in my van over there. You look like a sweet girl, the kind that would take good care of some cute puppies."

"I don't know if my mommy would let me," I reply, curious but worried that my mommy would not be happy.

"Well, I guess I will have to send them to the pound," the man says, and gets a sad look on his face. "They will probably be put to sleep."

"Sleeping is okay," I reply.

"No, put to sleep means that the puppies will die," he informs me sagelike.

Tears well up in my eyes at the thoughts of puppies dying. "Okay mister, I will try to help you. Maybe I could find homes for them." I tell him. My mom may not like it, but I would take care of them until someone else was able to. Anyways, we did have a dog already, so mommy couldn't be too mad about a puppy.

We approach his van. It is white, with no back windows, only windows in the front, and two at the very back of the van. These are shaded, and too high for me to see in even if they weren't.

We arrive at the back of the van, and he looks around. He waits, but I am not sure for what.

I wave at someone walking along the street and he waves back, then I turn to the man. "I am ready for the puppies," I tell him.

"In a minute," he says absently, for some strange reason looking at all the houses around us and staring at the person walking down the sidewalk.

Once the person disappears, he opens the van doors. I look inside for the puppies, seeing nothing, before he pushes me roughly into the van. A cloth appears over my mouth with a funny smell, and soon darkness engulfs me.

When I wake up, I find myself strapped to a bed, all my clothes gone.

"Hello sweety," he says as he looks down at me. "Welcome to your new home."

It is dark, the air musty. The room is concrete, with no windows and pipes running along the ceiling.

"Mister," I say, confused. "Where are the puppies?"

"I am sorry sweety, there are no puppies."

"But, why am I here? And, why did you say this is my new home? Is mommy upstairs?"

He chuckles. I don't like the sound of it.

"No sweety, mommy isn't here. You are mine now, and I will teach you lots of interesting things."

"But, I need to go to school, and I want to go home and see my mommy," I tell him, confused.

"Sorry sweety, from now on, you will live down here."

Then, he takes off his own clothes, and starts to teach me painful, hurtful, and terrifying lessons.

The End