Evelyn
Horror grips me as she stalks closer, blow torch in hand, and bile rises in my throat. Nausea twists deep in my gut—she’s lost it completely.
“Look, your foot is bleeding. How about I cauterize it for you?” she mocks, and then the blue flame roars to life.
The torch hits my broken foot.
At first, it feels cold—then heat devours me. Skin melts. The scream rips from my chest, echoing through the room, my body jerking violently as the fire consumes me. She starts with my toes. No part of me is spared. The pain is beyond anything I’ve ever endured. Even being set on fire didn’t feel this cruel, this deliberate. This is torture—pure and intentional.
She pauses, admiring her work. The scent hits next—burned flesh filling the room, thick and cloying. She straightens, the torch still i
