Pyromania

chapter 6 - ignite

TW: SEXUAL TORTURE
TORTURE
IMPLICATIONS OF SUICIDE

"I'm sorry but what?" She stared at me, In tears, nearly heartbroken at the sight. "I never wanted you to know" I'd said, shakily. "I thought you were better," she wept, "I was, but...demons...there are demons from my past I cannot tame unless I bestow obedience to their command--." "Damn it ash, I loved you..." She said, still weeping "I need some time alone, I have to process this shit," she said

She ran off, I don't know where but I felt like that'd be the last time I saw her. I went back to the hotel room, I couldn't bother trying to sleep. I sat there looking into the distance, I stared nearly a thousand yards at a wall. I just lost everything I'd ever loved in one fell swoop. A cruel twisted joke, where I was the punchline. I lay down, hoping that I wouldn't wake up.

It was now 9:26 AM, and sadly, I awoke. I'm just now realizing I don't have to kill them.. unless. How do I summon this guy? What's his name? "My name is not a bother to you right now," he chuckled. "Never thought I'd say this, but I think you can help me," I said groggily. "Amiya?" He asked "Yeah," I said. "I think you know what has to happen." He said, tiredly. "Deal."  Before he left, he said to me, "I know you're broken; you ain't do nothing wrong; she just doesn't understand." he put a hand on my shoulder" "I see how you cry, your pain will always be my pain. You were merely caught in a situation where you were out of control" he said reassuringly

"I loved her, man. Do I have to do it in the forest still?" I said. "Long as they die suffering" He disappeared into a firey vortex once again. I got out of my bed, his words still echoing. He understood I didn't do a damn thing wrong. He didn't hate me. Was he always a devil on my shoulder? I think I sat staring for nearly an hour. It felt like the day passed quicker than a blink of an eye. Each passing day went on for 3 days. Their camping trip was today. Shit, the time flew by.  Damn, I need to get some supplies. I need a tent and a chainsaw. There are just so many camping supplies to get. Holy hell. I drove swiftly to Walmart to pick up anything I'd need. I plan to torture them all individually and ensure they don't go to the police.

I heard after the fire they'd gone to crime. Armed robbery, drug dealing, prostitution.. they weren't camping, they were hiding. Going AWOL "Indeed, you're correct,ct, mortal, so tell me, what's your master plan after they go and h, ide, hmmm?" The mysterious man said. "Well first, can I just know your name?" I asked with intrigue. "Ignis, my name is Ignis," he'd said affirmingly. "Now, what are you?" I'd asked.

"Well. I don't know. I could be a hallucination, a demon, your divine guide." "Give me the straight answer," I'd asked, annoyed. "Fine," he said, disgruntled. "I'm you, a variant of you only to be beheld at your witness. I'm the worst of you. And my goal is your next question," he'd said. "I want to merge with you, become you," he'd nearly demanded. "Huh, I see. I might consider since I have no one else" I'd said with a bored tone. "How's about I stay around and watch this human world?" He'd requested like a child asking for candy "Eh, go ahead, I don't give a rat's ass," I'd chuckled.

I carried on shopping; I got my tent, a machete, a lighter, some gasoline from a nearby gas station, an axe, a GPS, a buckshot shotgun, some clothes, and some food.  I paid and made haste to pack the stuff I got into my hotel room. On the way back, I noticed Dr.Penny smoking a cigarette in her bed. Her door was wide open, I guess she was too focused on her TV show to care. Perfect. I crawled in made my way to the bathroom, and waited til the door closed so I could begin my justice. For torturing me. I'll torture you too.

She got back into bed, nearly sleeping. Perfect. I went to the kitchen area and began to preheat the oven. 350° should work just fine. The oven beeped, I think Dr. Penny heard, so she moved to the kitchen. I crept up behind her. "Ignite" I whispered, putting her in a choke hold. Enough to stop her but not enough to make her pass out. I whacked her over the head with my fist. Her skull made a thwack sound that was just brutal. I began to strip her down; I opened up the oven as she was waking up. I took her by the hair