"Burn this useless shell, and we'll let you leave. You can walk out alive—maybe even live to take revenge on us someday. A very fair deal, isn't it?"
It paused, and its voice suddenly turned cold, filled with an unquestionable threat. "Or you can die with him right now. Choose."
The other demons crowded around as well, letting out excited growls and urging her on. "Burn him! Burn him! Burn him!"
The woman held the lightweight lighter, yet it felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
She looked at her husband lying motionless on the bar counter, soaked head to toe in gasoline, as though he no longer showed any sign of life. Tears rolled down her face like beads from a broken string.
She believed her husband was already dead. After suffering that kind of torture and drinking so much gasoline, how could he possibly still be alive?
Revenge. Live on and take revenge. The thought circled through her mind like a demon's whisper. Looking at the hideous demons around her, overwhelming hatred and a faint desire to survive twisted her heart.
"Rick... I'm sorry." She muttered to herself, her eyes turning hollow and despairing, as though she had made some kind of decision.
Then her trembling thumb moved toward the lighter's wheel.
The demons laughed even more wildly, eagerly awaiting the next act of "entertainment."
Click!
A tiny, weak flame sprang up from the lighter.
The woman closed her eyes. As if using every ounce of strength in her body, she threw that little flame at her husband, who was drenched in gasoline.
Boom—!
The fire erupted in an instant, and Rick's body was immediately swallowed by orange flames!
"AAAAARGH—!!!"
The very next second after the flames rose, a shriek so agonized it barely sounded human burst from