Page 230 of Hell Hath No Fury
My eyes slowly lower to look at the item. A wrapped box with a wire at the end.
Vincenzo lights the match.
My soul gasps at the thought, but I still grasp the match.
Could I do it?
Would it hurt or would it make me smile?
“Do it.” His tongue licks the ream of my ear. “Burn. It. Down.”
My hand rises as though possessed by the mere possibility of making her suffer the way she made me suffer, of making her feel the same kind of burn I felt when they scorched that living thing out of my belly.
The match is dropped right onto the wire.
And I chuck it at the windows, smashing them.
The explosion is almost instant.
A shriek goes off, a siren’s call to my heart.
I once thought I could go back …
Not anymore.
And as a wicked smile forms on my lips, a fire erupts inside the house, flames licking at the ceiling, devouring the place and all its dark, depraved memories whole.
Just like my purity.
Burn. It. Down.
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