“I’m lying there, dying there, and my red hair catches on fire. I want to be felt by his brain. I want it to touch me, touch me everywhere, from my scalp down to my toes or else I won’t survive, I simply won’t.”
“I’m lying there, dying there, and my red hair catches on fire. I want to be felt by his brain. I want it to touch me, touch me everywhere, from my scalp down to my toes or else I won’t survive, I simply won’t.”