Page 40 of Burn For Me

It took him a few seconds too long to answer, but I wasn’t surprised when he opened his mouth to spew a lie. “No, man. I didn’t touch a farmhouse. I have stolen some shit, but nothing tonight.”

I smiled at him and then walked around until I was behind him. He swung back and forth, trying to turn to keep an eye on me. Leaning down, I took the gold watch off his wrist and proceeded to walk around the man until he could see the watch. I knelt down and flipped the watch over.

“Rupert, I will love you until the end of time. Dora.” I read aloud and loved that with each word of the inscription, his breathing quickened.

“That doesn’t prove anything. I found that piece of junk at the pawn shop.”

I sighed and stood. “Not only are you a piece of trash, you lie like one, and now you will also die like one.”

“Come on, man! Don’t do this!”

I looked at Dickwad whose head was bobbing to the side as he softly sobbed, and his jeans darkened with piss.

“You two make quite the sight, but your friend needs to be added to this picture.”

Wrapping the last of the rope around the dead man’s neck, I tied it into a thick knot, picked him up like he was nothing more than a heavy hay bale, and chucked his ass over the goal post.

I stood back for a moment to admire my work. It was quite the art piece—one by his neck, one by his feet, and the other like a baby swing.

Very creative.

The pièce de résistance was the garbage that I laid out under the three men like they were indeed piggies on a spit.

I paused in my preparation to turn and look at Hog as he told his friend to stop fucking crying like a baby. It was the most amusing thing I’d heard in a long time since it was going to be Hog that was wailing in a few short moments.

“Hog, what does it feel like when you rob a home? When you sneak into their private space and do whatever you want. Does it excite you?” I said.

I couldn’t help wondering if Hog got the same level of satisfaction from stealing from people as I did from watching them burn.

“Fuck you, man, I’m not telling you shit. I didn’t do it.”

I shrugged, not really caring if I got the answer.

“Alright, have it your way.” Grabbing the red can of gasoline, I sloshed a healthy dose on the dead guy first, and my cock twitched for the first time as I lit his jeans on fire.

It didn’t take long for his body to burn bright, and Dickwad’s screams and struggling as he watched made it all worthwhile. I sucked in a deep breath enjoying the scent of the burning flesh as the fire devoured his body.

“What do you think?” I stepped in close to Dickwad, who was in hysterics as he suddenly found a burst of energy and wiggled around like a worm on a hook. “Will it hurt more for you or for Hog to die?” Dickwad just continued to scream nonsense. “I’m curious to find out as well,” I teased.

“Come on, man, don’t do this. Okay, fine, I did it. Is that what you wanted to hear? I kicked in the door, stole some shit, and messed up that crappy home. That shithole had nothing of value in it, and robbing it was a waste of my time. Even that watch was worthless. Is that what you wanted to know?”

I paused while pouring the gasoline on the garbage to give Hog a grin. “Honestly, I didn’t care, but thank you for confirming it for me.”

“Fuck you,” Hog yelled as I poured the remaining gasoline on Dickwad’s legs and on Hog’s shirt. “I told you what you wanted to know.” He sputtered and spat as the liquid ran into his mouth.

“You seem to be under the misunderstanding that I came here to get you to confess.” I knelt down so that I was looking into Hog’s eyes. “This is where you’ve gone wrong, Hog. Do I look like a fucking priest or cop? I always planned on watching the skin slide from your body as you burned alive. The confession was simply icing on my extremely dark and delicious cake.”

“No, no, no man. Please, please don’t do this,” he begged as my thumb hit the rowel on the lighter.

The sound was loud in my ears as the little flame danced before my eyes, and the sound of Hog and Dickwad screaming faded into nothingness. All that existed was the flame. I watched my arm as if someone else was reaching out to light the garbage first and then Dickwad’s pants. Finally, that flame lit Hog’s hair on fire.

I stood and took a few steps back to let my creation work its magic. It crawled over the bodies, and I was feeding it. The demon in my mind sighed and then had me gasping as my cock hardened to an unbearable length inside my jeans, my body begging for release. I held off, not wanting to leave any possible DNA behind, but I bit my lip and grabbed the hard length through my jeans as the men howled in pain. Even though it was dangerous I couldn’t help taking a picture to saver later.

Taking a final shuddering breath, I walked away, the men forgotten, their lesson a warning to all those that fucked with what’s mine.

Avenge me. The voice whispered in my ear.

Jason will be next, my love. I won’t fail you again.