Inside the basement, Amaria’s agonizing screams rent the air. Loud and Speaky had locked her in as per Rage's order.

Only she was inside the dark, ominous space, and her painful muffles came out with each passing second. She struggled against the metal holding her hands together, but only got her skin peeled.

She whimpered out again when a mad ooze of both fireworks and hot water met her face. She stopped the whimpers and screams when Rage entered with his usual stony expression. He glanced scornfully at her, pulled out his phone, and turned on the flashlight.

The light caught her disfigured, wrinkling, and bloody face. Before she was...