My Name is Christine

      Little Christine skips home along the dirt path pass the sketchy house.
  It is abandoned and many of her friends believe it to be haunted.
  Christine stops and picks up a small rock and tosses at one of the many
  broken windows. There is the crash of breaking glass and then a light appears
  in the basement. Quickly texting her friends, Christine tip toes up to the basement
  window. She can see no one there.

      "I have to investigate. I'm gonna be a FBI agent when I get my G.E.D."
  she ponders and lifts the metal doors to the basement. Christine had come
  directly from her la-cross game and had her la-cross stick ready...
  "This will make me a FBI agent fa-sure." she mumbled nervously.
  A wind blew up the steps lifting her short la-cross skirt exposing her pink
  panties. Christine pressed down on the front of skirt with her tiny left hand.
  "Dag is this place breezy." she muttered.

      "You have entered the Vortex." a voice like a horse brayed.
  Christine grasped her la-cross bat with both hands and her pink panties ripped
  off. She shrieked, swinging her la-cross bat wildly about.
  Tentacles whipped across her tiny butt, thrusting into her.
  "Oh, Jesus!" the tiny girl cried out and the room was still.
  She spun about with her bat and then ran for the basement steps.
  The ground seemed to fly underneath her feet.
  Christine said not a word to her mother, but went directly to shower;
  and covered herself with soap and then stood naked before
  the three mirrors in the bathroom.
  Her butt was covered with suction cup welts.
  "Jesus I thank you for saving me.. from this octopus demon."
  Christine fell to her knees and promised never to go into abandoned buildings
  again.
  She would honor that vow until she had proven herself worthy to be an FBI agent.

 
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