Author { altarviolence }
He runs his fingers through her hair and tugs on it. "You're my doll," he says as he breathes her in. "You need me. You're mine to play with.
You're mine. Without me, you're nothing."
What happens when he one day disappears and the monsters buried deep in the basement begin scratching the walls and howling her name in the night?
Why does her mother force big yellow pills down her throat, saying it's for the best?
Why isn't she allowed in the basement?
Who's in the basement? What's in the basement?
Who is the little boy with sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, crying for his mother?
Tick tock, Monique.
The monsters are crawling up the basement.
And they're coming for you.
