Scenes can be trapped in the cement walls

The cries of pain and suffering fills ones ears.

The smell of some sort of mold is in the air.

The pain.

Thrashing and throaty screams.

Hair pulling and body shoving,

Why couldn't he leave them alone?

The force.

A spider sews a web in the corner of the room.

Little insects crawl on the floor

Huddled together for protection 

The fear.

He only wanted to touch them for a second

The demon of lust had taken ones hands

There is evil in this world

They're Kept