The Crimson Trail of Death
I watched in horror as the rod began to glow.
'Stay, please stay away,' I muttered, trying to free myself. But he just smiled and pulled the rod out of the fire. 'This will all be over now,' he said, and then he pressed the hot rod to my hands. I felt a pain coursed through each and every part of my veins, cutting me through. My throat dried as each word caught in my throat, "Ahhh!" I emitted a scream, but yet he didn't stop. His eyes were glued to mine as he pressed the rod further. My skin felt as though it were boiling, and each of my systems was bursting as they boiled. Suddenly, darkness enveloped, with my eyes shutting after.
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