Twin Tormentors
Maybe in her next life, she won't stumble upon a creature like Lorik.
I got up and took a matchbox from one of my guys, lit it, and then tossed the burning matchstick on the lime-yellowish powder. The powder welcomed the flame and quickly roared, spreading so fast and licking every inch of her body. Her lungs tore open as the ear-shattering scream erupted from the inside, filling the early morning sky with her pained cry. The scent of the burned fleshed polluted the air, making it so unbearable to the hearts of the innocent. I was not innocent, and that word didn't exist in my world. And to prove that, her cry soothed me, calmed me in a way I couldn’t tell.
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