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NOIR

Trapped in the Basement

No choice but to hide

The footsteps above never stop booming down through the basement. If it’s not his clomping work boots banging through the hallways covered in bullshit, it’s her high heels as she readies for church. The only sounds worse were the nightly banging of the bedposts on the floor and her blood-curdling screams of ecstasy.