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“It’s going to happen. Those bitch steps will only make it take longer.” The sooner she realizes I’m not going to push her in, the easier this will be.
She is going to walk into the fire herself.
“I can’t.” Her voice is faint.
Rolling my eyes, “You can. You fucking will. Rain didn’t have a choice the day it was decided she would be cleansed. The day he fucking touched her while you stood by and watched with the rest of them. So just like her, your choices are gone too. Keep. Fucking. Walking.”
My patience for this is wearing thin.
Placing the top of my thrower on her forehead, the tiny flame just below flickers. One pull of the trigger—that’s all it would take.
Her teeth chatter as she steps back once more. Her back arches from the intense heat.
“Again, make it count.”
Closing her eyes, mom begins whispering something to herself. It’s too hushed for me to hear but I can see her lips moving. Applying pressure to the thrower still on her forehead, she takes another step.
The robe must be made of cheap fabric as the moment the flame touches it, it’s engulfed.
Screams leave her mouth—short, loud screams.
Nudging her once more, she loses her footing and stumbles further back. Tripping over the rocks surrounding the fire, keeping it contained, mom falls backwards into the bright orange and red flames. Her arms reach out, her last bit of hope wasted. No one is reaching out to save you.
Putting the flame out on my thrower, I loop the strap back over and have it rest against my back, as I continue watching the sight before me.
My mom’s feet are sticking out from where she tripped. Loud, ear-piercing screams fill the area. The followers, shocked, join in with panic.
Hearing a set of footsteps coming up behind me rapidly, I step out of the way. It’s a brave moron, who must have thought they would push me in next. They are wrong.
As I move, they are running too quickly to stop. I use their own momentum against them, reaching out and pushing them in to join her.
Looking out at the room, I ask them again, “Who's next motherfucker?”
No one else steps up or responds, they stop reacting to the scene before us. One in the front has a wet spot around them, the bastard has pissed himself.
“That’s what I thought.”
Turning back towards the flame, the screams from within continue. Every so often, you can see an arm reaching inside of it. The smell of burnt flesh begins to overtake the room. If you haven’t smelled it before, it’s fucking terrible. Have you ever smelled burning hair? It’s like that, but amplified.
I have blowtorched and electrocuted my fair share of people so it doesn’t bother me anymore. But for beginners, like my little bat, this shit is not pleasant.
Something brushes against me, looking over it’s Rain. I was so entranced by it all that I didn’t even hear her coming up behind me.
Her fingers entwine in mine. The flame looks stunning, bouncing off her skin.
Then again, she always looks beautiful.
The screams begin to stop.
Burning alive is the most painful way to go. She got what she deserved.
As the room goes quiet, the cracking of the flame and wood takes over.
Turning us around, Rain takes the lead. We walk back towards her father, who is still lying on the ground. He is either still passed out or faking it in hopes we will forget about him.
Standing next to him, our hands are still connected as we both look down at him.
Rain lets out a sigh of frustration before kicking him in the ribs. The move surprises me, causing me to chuckle.
