CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX - Burnt Pork* 1 *
Marvin went up like a badly trimmed oil lamp, the flames crawling and cracking like they’d burn forever. What was left of him screamed like a poorly snared rabbit. The reek of burning meat reminded Maddy of a pork roast she’d once napped over. She’d woken to smoke and had damn near burned the house down. Vic beat her like a whipping post and called her a stupid b***h, asking her again and again if she thought meat grew on trees.
The memory only fuelled her hatred.
“Burn you bejesus bastard.
It wasn’t Vic, but it was the next best thing. Now she had to get herself out of here.
But how?
Out the door?
That way was blocked.
The crawl-hole then.
She slid into the mud of the floor, scrambling like a panicked toddler, barely evading Marvin’s flaming o
