[ WP ] She 's safe in the fire .

Those are screams of joy, are n't they? 
 
 Hell, there's no use asking, I know she loves it. The apathetic bitch has been intolerable, terrible. She has n't felt a thing but lust and desire in her life, so that little ping of regret, that searing pain, that probably - nay, has to - feel great. 
 
 So she burns, laying down and convulsing. In her eyes I see my reflection. I stand cool, upright. Smiling. Or is that him? Is he in front of me? 
 
 Shit, he's here. I'm looking around and he's here, he's there. He's fucking my wife on the floor, on the bed, he's somehow flipped gravity and he's fucking her on the ceiling. He's... 
 
 Wait, no. He's the body in the corner, bullet through his head. Silly me. 
 
 Anyway, the unfaithful woman to whom I have remained faithful is screaming on the floor. No longer will she have to deal with that dreadful man. Not the one in the corner, not the one standing in front of her, lighter in one hand and a can of gasoline in the other. 
 
 She's safe. 
 
 And dead. I think she's also dead.
