I watched as the stream of chemicals met the flame in a swirling inferno and merged violently. A roaring jet of orange fire shot from the can and engulfed Lia before she could even register the threat to her life.
Her screams were loud, piercing, a sound of pure, unadulterated agony as the flaming mace hit her face and throat. The fire clung to her skin, a greasy, hungry coating that melted her features away. She struggled on the floor, a writhing, blackened figure, her arms flailing uselessly as she tried to pat out the flames that only spread faster, consuming her hair, her clothes, everything.
Oh shit!
The smell was overwhelming- smoke mixed with the sickeningly sweet stench of burning flesh and hair, a greasy, metallic scent that coated the back of my throat.
She's burning.
Fresh meat.
Filthy soul.
I ignored the voice. It wasn't going to leech off my fun.
