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The basement door clicked shut behind her.

She turned the key.

But one August night, with rain hammering the roof and the house groaning like an old animal, she heard the sound. A soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tapping coming from behind the basement door. lisey sweet pure taboo

Her heart stuttered. No one knew that but her mother, and her mother had been gone three years.

Her face burned. She had never told anyone about the dreams—the ones where warm fingers traced her collarbone and a voice like velvet promised her the world. She had woken from those dreams feeling guilty and electric, pressing her thighs together in the dark. The basement door clicked shut behind her

Curiosity was a sin she hadn’t yet learned to confess.

She was seventeen, pure in the way only someone sheltered could be—hair in a braid, cheeks dusted with faint freckles, a collection of pressed flowers hidden inside a dictionary. She believed in good manners and quiet evenings. She believed her uncle when he said the basement was unsafe. A soft, rhythmic tap-tap-tapping coming from behind the

Upstairs, the porcelain figurines wept tiny, silent tears.