It fucking burned like the devil’s asshole when she poured the alcohol over my wound. I puffed out my cheeks and tried not to scream out. My jaw ached from the pressure as I tensed it. “Man up, killer,” she said with a sneer, and it made my lips twitch upward. I wouldn’t let them go all the way into a smile, though, and neither would she as she poured more of that hellish liquid into my cut.
