Chapter 4

"...No more whipping. And you'll get to eat whatever you want. " 

Did he seriously think he could bribe her with food? Just who did he think she was? Some sort of malnourished neanderthal?

She tried effortlessly to yank her arm away. But all he did was hold her other arm as well. He must have been twice her age and then some. 

With his grey hair and potbelly. She stared at him with unwavering intensity. 

"I would rather DIE than let you put your fuilthy hands on me! " she spoke the words in a low but firm voice. 

"Hmph.... " he pursed his lips and nodded, then he looked aside and smile. And when he turned back to her, the coldness in his old grey orbs made her skin crawl. 

He tightened his grip a great fraction and pulled her to him. She shouted as she tried to push him away. 

Fear enveloped her, it was so raw she could almost taste it. This could not be happening to her. All he had to do was give her the injection, then leave her to her chosen fate. 

She pushed harder and was finally able to get him off her, and as soon as she did, she took a step back and slapped him as hard as he could. 

"Don't you EVER touch me like that again! " she pointed an accusing finger at him. And within her she could feel something rise. It wasn't a new feeling. It felt just as it had the night...... No! she would not go back to that. She would not think about that! 

The director touched his cheek and hissed. Then he looked up at her. 

"You worthless tramp! " 

He lunged for her instantly, then he forcefully wrapped his arms around her and dragged her to the bed. 

She kicked .

She clawed. 

She scratched. 

She was unsuccessful in her attempt to fight him off. 

He threw her onto the bed and pinned her hands above her head. Leveling himself on top of her. She writhed as much as she could under his bulky form. But although she screamed at the very most top of her overworked lungs, she knew no one was coming to save her. 

Deep down she just knew. 

"Stay still you stupid bitch! " he commanded. But she was intent on fighting him to her very last breath .

"Get off me! " she shouted over and over. 

He held both if her hands in one of his and raised her hospital gown. And once he realized that she wouldn't stop fighting, he raised his hand and slapped her... hard. 

So hard that there was a buzzing in her ears and her head started hurting. But she was still intent on getting free. 

She used her knees to kick him right where she was sure it would hurt most. He groaned in pain and released her, but her victory was short lived. Because he fisted his hand in her hair and dragged her back down onto the bed. 

And before she could register what was going on, she saw him raise the syringe. 

"I guess we'll just have to do it the hard way, " he meniachly said as he held her down. 

Flame looked at him. She stopped fighting, not because she didn't want to but because she felt something. Something unexplainable. 

It was like little sparks of fire were being release into her blood. She felt it warming up.. and it was a rather nice feeling if she could say so. But what she couldn't figure out was why it didn't consume her. Why it didn't hurt. Why it felt good to be up in flames. 

But she didn't get a chance to answer her own questions, the drug injected into her was taking effect. She fell on her knees, listening as the nurses tried to extinguish the fire , though their efforts were all in vain. 

She felt the drowsiness overcome her and unwillingly toppled over. Her eyes fighting to stay open. 

And just as she was about to close them, she saw something. A flash of light too bright for even her scorching eyes to bear. She narrowed her gaze and when the light died down, she opened them.

Then she gasped. 

Were those........ angels? 

She lazily blinked severally and she was sure they were there. So she really had been burned to death. And maybe she hadn't felt the pain since she had been in shock. 

The angels approached her. There were three as far as she could tell.Three tall beings with wings who were standing admist an inferno completely unaffected. 

Two of them stayed behind and one approached her. She couldn't see him well but she was sure his eyes were glowing. 

Such pretty eyes he had. 

Her two weeks of Bible school as a child her taught her that those who tried to kill themselves automatically ended up in hell. Which she now assumed was wrong. 

The angel carried her in his arms and a feeling of safety suddenly flowed through her. 

"Are you okay? " he asked in a deep and concerned voice. But she was too weak to answer. 

She looked at him again and frowned. Then she reached up and traced a finger along his jaw.

" Am..... am i dead? " it was no more a question than it was a whisper. 

And as soon as she asked, everything went black and she was plunged into darkness .