"It won't work you know," another female voice croaked.

"Who's there?" Cecilia asked frantically, attempting to turn her neck round, but the cuffs held her tightly in place.

Lucy laughed manically to herself, whilst she rocked slowly against the dirty wall. Cecilia turned her nose up at the shivering mess. She took a second glance at the computer screen- there in the corner she could see the outline of her woman- she was small, bent over, long silver curled hair twisted round her baby, blue dress.

"Who are you?" Cecilia repeated, her pulse raising. Was this a friend or foe?

She stared into the computer screen watching the old lady's reflection. She slowly stood up and walked closer to Cecilia. She felt a soft, cold hand brush against a shoulder and slowly move round to her throat.

The old woman was now face to face with Cecilia, her soft, wrinkled hand resting gently on her throat. She had large, blue eyes, a snub nose that and soft, pink, down turned lips. She must have been beautiful, once.

"I can end it now- if you want."

They were nose to nose. Cecilia held her gaze- she could use this one.

"No? It's the only way out." The old lady lay back on the ground and peered up at Cecilia. Her blue dress spread out across the fall revealing a light, white lace petticoat. Her silver strands flew back behind her back.

"How long have you been here?" Cecilia asked.

"As long as the day is light and the night is long and your dreams are real," the lady cackled to herself- Lucy's soft laughter joined in. She's really lost it now.

"The computer?" Cecilia sked, glancing upward.

"Useless." The old lady spat. "You'd sooner end up in wonderland with talking caterpillars than that thing get you out."

Something clanked to the floor, jingling loudly. Keys! Two keys...

Lucy suddenly pounced onto the old lady, tackling her down into the corner. The frail woman crouched into the corner, cowering and shaking, but still chuckling under her breath.

Lucy grabbed the keys and held them up to show Cecilia. One was bronze, rusty and huge; it completely dwarfed the smaller, silver key. The little key shone in the darkness, like a candle in the night or hope in the wind.

"Lucy! Quick try them on my cuffs!" Cecilia was shaking with anticipation, visibly writhing in excitement at the prospect of freedom. The adrenaline pumped through her veins, as she smiled wolfishly at little, sweet, innocent Lucy.

Lucy took the keys to her lips and softly kissed them with her red, round lips. She smiled at Cecilia and their eyes locked for her moment. Lucy took a few soft steps backwards her bare feet tracing the cold floor. Then she seemed to disappear into the darkness. Out of Cecilia's beady sight.

The old woman's laughter filled the room and drowned out Cecilia's scream. 

"That fucking bitch."