"What the hell!" Blake gritted through his teeth. His arms were splayed open as he waited for the liquid to drip down his now wet shirt completely before he could move. The black crisp had become somewhat translucent and was now clinging to his torso.
"Not hell, but rather a small trouble for you, created by yours truly." Lillian waved her hand in the air in a dramatic flare, pointing towards herself as she added more to his misery.
"But why would you do thi!" Blake found himself getting enraged as his mind registered her words. "You ruined my new shirt." He complained to her as he tried to keep the wet spot from sticking to his chest. Though it kept slipping through his fingers, and he kept ending up on his chest.
The sticky feeling this left only added to his agony. He wasn't enjoying himself, but the same couldn't be said for someone else.
