Chapter 52 Fifty Two

• Anya's pov
• Satisfaction hit me when I tied her up helplessly, more of it filled me when my mother and I scattered the clothes and broken pieces of wood around the house and when we littered the floor with gasoline, when I poured it over her and littered outside around the house in a neat trail with it.
• I was filled with glee the moment I lit the match stick, the way the singular trail of fire spread and burst into flames engulfing the sitting room.