I take an intake of air before I push my way through the door and into the next room, the room has both the combined scents of burnt flesh and the scent of it is so strong that it practically overwhelms my senses even through my gas mask.
I'm the... I'm the one that did this. I'm the sick monster that killed them, all of them... and I enjoyed every moment of it.
Especially their looks of fear in their eyes and their pleas for mercy, I would bound them in rope, douse them in lighter fluid, toss into the room I personally called the "Kiln" and with a sick smile of glee on my face, I'd strike the match and flick it into the "Kiln" and for seconds I'd stand there and watch them wither and scream trying to escape their imaginable fate before shutting the door.
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The Kiln
TerrorFire is both a thing of beauty and destruction... Sometimes it can take away your most treasured and loved thing... But in the end, it has the chance to turn you into a monster
