Page 40 of Burn With Me

“This isn’t how I chose you, but your social media account did give me a perfect itinerary of everything you’d be doing all day, every day.” I looked around the tall phone stand and leaned against the table. “Firefly, two, two, two. That’s me. How many posts of yours did I like? Do you even know? Do you know how many times I commented? Said you’re beautiful and whatever else I could come up with. Do you even know how many times you placed a little heart beside my name?”

Her lower lip trembled, but she didn’t answer. “All of them. I stared at you as you flaunted yourself for your followers, and all the while, I was biding my time for the right moment. See what I mean now? Fake friends. I always wondered how many hard cocks were hidden by screens at a time?” I smirked. “I wonder how many hard cocks there will be when they watch you die.”

Firing up the live feature on her feed, I could see people joining and making comments.

Oh my god, Britnay, this is the best yet!

I wondered when you’d show us your kinky side. Love it Queen!

Ohhh lovin’ the new look. Gonna need to get me some chains.

I love you so much. Marry me?

You look so fucking hot tied up.

I stared at the comments and read them out to Britnay as they came in. Not one person was concerned about seeing her tied to a metal table with chains or comments about her makeup smeared down her face.

“Please don’t do this,” she yelled. Fixing her eyes on her phone, she gave the performance of a lifetime. “Someone call for help. Some freak has me and plans on killing me. Help someone, please!”

You’re so lit.

I can’t wait till you land your first big role. You so deserve it.

Oh, that was sexy. Beg for help again.

“I’m serious. This guy plans on killing me. Call nine-one-one!” She looked around and realized she didn’t know where she was. “I’m in a warehouse. Send help now, please,” she whimpered.

I kept low, out of the camera range, turned the taps on the bottom of the table, and then wandered around the room to ensure that the lines of accelerant leading to the table behaved themselves. Once finished, I pulled a small ant trap out of my pocket and laid it on her stomach so only my hand would be able to be seen in her camera lens.

I then pulled out the small box that I’d brought with me and opened the lid of the fire-resistant container and laid her driver’s license inside. Sitting the box beside her body, I could only imagine the comments, but I had to get moving and didn’t have time to look. My little bomb was already in motion.

“Let me go, you fucking creep. Let me go now!” The chains thrashed against the metal. I had to admit the viewers were going to get their money’s worth. “You’ll pay for this! They’ll trace this call and find you, dumbass. My dad will hunt you down. Don’t you know who my father is?”

I stared at her indignant expression. I just shook my head no and smiled. The guy could’ve been the next president for all I cared. The more influential the father, the more coverage my kill would receive.

Her screaming for help resumed as I sauntered across the room and headed toward the area in the back of the warehouse. This was the only exit that existed. I’d spent a great deal of time building a protective wall that would give me more personal viewing time before having to leave.

Picking up the protective mask, I pulled it on over my head and then slipped into the fire-retardant suit. I stared out the small window that gave me just enough visibility to view my work of art. Britnay screamed for help at the top of her lungs and then began to cough as the chemical’s fumes slowly slunk across the floor and, rising over the table, found their mark. Smacking my hand on the button on the wall sparked the needed ignition.

Multiple lines of bright orange flames streaked across the space and followed the chemical accelerant toward Britnay. She stopped screaming and leaned over the table as much as the bindings would allow, staring at the floor before the screams turned to high-pitched hysterical wails.

“Oh brother, sweet brother, hear my call. Oh brother, sweet brother, I’ll be your fall. Oh brother, sweet brother, feel my pain.” I smirked at my impromptu song.

I watched with anticipation as my pet climbed the legs of the table and slowly crawled across her skin. The wails managed to reach heights that even I hadn’t been expecting. The sound was racing down my spine like a lover’s caress. I shuddered as the shrill screams grew like a crescendo making my cock harder than it had ever been as the pale skin began to bubble.

She thrashed back and forth, mouth open wide as her hair lit, waving like there was a breeze in the room. My hand went to the burn on my face and remembered well the lick of pain that the little blue flame had induced. Her once smooth face began to peel and slide, slipping to the table. The fire moved like a living creature across her body as it did across the room, seeking out more that it could destroy. I wanted to stay and watch the rest, but I would have the video. Glancing up, I peeked at the small camera installed in the corner and sighed. Too bad it would be destroyed before my brother arrived. I’d love to have seen the look on his face when he realized who was on the table.

Pushing open the door, I stepped out into the alley and to my escape vehicle. Quickly undressing from the fire-retardant suit, I slipped behind the wheel of the car and slowly drove away. Every one of my instincts screamed to stay and watch the rest of the show. I’d love to be there when the fire trucks with their flashing lights and blaring sirens arrived. Instead, I kept to my plan. Only the smoke could be seen in the rearview mirror until the finale. With a bright flash, the entire structure lit up as the building exploded in a ball of fiery flame.

Putting my window down, I could just make out the roaring sound of my pet, the fire of a dragon. My only remaining wish was to have been able to smell her better. The mask had hindered the scent of my pet consuming its meal.

Taking my foot off the gas, I let the car coast and stared at the bright fire, slowly getting smaller the further away. I licked my lips as I pictured Britnay’s final moments. The way the fire had traveled into her mouth like it was feeding her. I wondered if her viewers had enjoyed the show as much as I had.

Unzipping my jeans, I pulled out my hard cock and slowly stroked the shaft between my legs as I watched the building burn.

Violet

I jerked awake as the phone I’d set on vibrate did so right off the nightstand and crashed on the floor. Heathrow bolted from the room like his little ass had been set on fire.