Pyre
Flames. White hot, infernos of blistering pain engulfed grafts of skin. Eating, piercing, crackling all over your arms and legs. Eating you alive, drinking in the scent of your flesh slowly being eaten away by its fury.
Make it stop! I'll do anything to make it stop! Your mind cries. The embers do not yield, only intensifying as they jump back and forth, back and forth dancing mockingly across your entire being.
You heave and convulse as you roll furiously, trying to dull the pain. Begging yourself to somehow make the flames stop cracking your skin, but to no avail.
Your screams finally stop as you lay on the ground, nothing more than a husk of burnt, unrecognizable flesh.
The rage finally dissipates, ebbing away to nothing more but smoke.
And their mistress stares upon your lifeless corpse. Her eyes, just as lifeless.
She marches on.