> Title: The basement > Word Count: 200 > Warning: mentions of rape > Created for the Tropetember Event - let the past burn The walls coughed dust as I ran my hands across them, the floorboards creaked. The shell of a once grand and glorious build moaned as the wind toy'd with it. The cold wooden floor burned my feet as I dragged them down the broken corridor. I followed the stairs down to the freezing, damp, dusty basement. Rain dripped through the ceiling, feeding weeds that grew up to meet it. A ragged mattress lay deflated in the centre of the grey floor. It's saggy center stained with dirt and mold, it's buttons stared at me like the devil's eyes.
Memories flooded my mind.
A man pins me down as I kick and scream.
The nightmares chase my up the stairs as I scramble away. Clinging onto the wood, gaining splinters as I go.
kisses me . . . Touches me.
I run down the corridor, I trip over my own feet as I run. I push myself up before they reach me, out of the wretched building.
A different face, same touching, same feeling.
I shoved my sweaty hand into my pocket and grab my lighter, staring at the face of those men. And I lit the shack on fire.
Let them burn.