There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I’m still hoping in some desperate part of my brain that this is all theater. The
punishment is scaring me, making me cry.
But I know better than that.
She lights the match, the flame flaring into life with the bitter smell of sulfur.
Only then does she hesitate, just for a moment. Probably because of how loud
I’m screaming, like I’m being tortured, like I’ll die.
“NOOOOOO! PLEASE PLEASE NOOOOOO!”
“Do it,” Randall says.
She drops the match.
Buttons ignites.
I watch him burn and I burn too, howling with pain that feels physical, like
I’ve truly been lit on fire right next to him.
His fur singes away, his cotton ignites. His glass eye cracks.
I’ve never known agony like this. I never knew how much I loved him till
this moment.
Randall holds my arms, knowing that I would still lunge away from him and
snatch Buttons out of the fire with my bare hands.
He holds me in place until the bear is nothing but a smoking, melted ruin.
Then Randall says, “You’re too old for stuffed animals.”
All the love I had inside of me is turned to hatred. I’d light this whole house
on fire if I could. I’d burn them in their beds like they burned my bear.
I turn to my mother.
She’s pretending to be drunk again, eyes half-closed as she sways in place.
Refusing to look at me.
Randall lets me return to my room.
I collapse on the bed. Crying so hard that I’m sick, that I’d puke all over this
bed if I’d eaten any of that spaghetti.