40. Chapter 40
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You will pay for the pain you caused me.
The figure swung the open canister. Gasoline spilled against the barn wall.
You fucking laughed and danced through the night without a care that you’ve torn people’s hearts out! Bitch, I’ll rip that laugh off your face.
The last drop of gasoline splashed against the dark gray wood planks. Its intoxicating scent triggered a laugh out of the figure.
Let’s see who will have the last laugh.
With a snicker, the figure produced a book of matches, ripped one off, lit the entire book, and tossed it to the base of the barn. The fire ignited the fumes in a whoosh before the matches even touched the ground, knocking the figure down. Intense heat hit, and the figure scrambled out of the way with panic.
Fuck!
Fire ate away at the sleeve of the figure’s shirt. With a horrified scream, the figure rolled around on the ground, putting out the flame.
The figure scrambled up in pain and jumped when three pairs of blazing eyes appeared from the darkness. Loud, angry growls competed against the crackling sound of the burning wood.
I gotta get out of here.
The figure forgot its earlier bravado and ran into the forest, leaving the inferno behind.