Week 50 – Because you need to wear pants

He barely noticed the flames as he strode towards the small figure on the bed. She looked so tiny, so fragile, so young, barely out of her teens.

She wasn’t moving, as still as death, had the fire already claimed her life, or had one of the men currently chained to the wall in one of the other rooms waiting for the fire to get them taken her life from her?

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