"You know... It's all a matter of perspective." Slowly, he circled her, mimicking the eyes of a hawk, even flapping the tails of his coat like wings for a moment to mock their situation. When he was done giggling he continued. "I used to be like you. I used to see... nothing but obstacles. Why can't I do this! Oh, but that's against the rules. How the hell could I find enough napalm for that?"
He was ranting now. She might as well not have even been in the room. The taste of gasoline made her nauseous so she stopped trying to pry her gag loose with her tongue. Shutting her eyes in defeat, she let her chin rest on her chest, trying to block out his menacing voice.
Pain shot through her neck and face as she felt his gloved hand grip her jaw and force her head back up. As if sensing punishmet if she didn't, the girl opened her hot breath, like stale tobacco and heady spices washed over her face, his yellowed teeth and cracked make-up much closer than before. The black around his eyes reflected the blackness of their centers, like massive black holes draining her own sanity.
"While you ponder the why's, I prefer the why not's, you see."
A quick snap of his hand, and a silver zippo lighter's flame was dancing between their faces. "Now I don't see obstacles. Just a whole lot of wrong answers." He growled towards the end of his sentence, then smiled a smile that covered his entire face. "It's about entropy, Miss Robinson. It's about just how quickly I can make your life..." He pet one side of her face, almost affectionately. "...disentegrate."