Page 28 of Burn

“Do it.”His tongue licks the ream of my ear.“Burn.It.Down.”

My hand rises as though possessed by the mere possibility of making her suffer the way she made me suffer, of making her feel the same kind of burn I felt when they scorched that living thing out of my belly.

The match is dropped right onto the wire.

And I chuck it at the windows, smashing them.

The explosion is almost instant.

A shriek goes off, a siren’s call to my heart.

I once thought I could go back …

Not anymore.

And as a wicked smile forms on my lips, a fire erupts inside the house, flames licking at the ceiling, devouring the place and all its dark, depraved memories whole.

Just like my purity.

Burn.It.Down.

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