"Dad! Dad!" Oliver clutched unto his throat and pleaded as he felt his vision slowly begin to fizzle out.
His father's hands continued to tighten against his throat without easing off. He could see the evil in the man's eyes and no matter what he did and regardless of how much he pleaded, the man seemed intent on whatever evil was driving him.
Oliver kicked at ordinary air, missing the man's legs every single time, His eyes bulged out of their sockets and threatened to pop out too.
"You deserve it, you little bastard! You deserve to die! The world will be a better place without you in it!" the voice continued to scream.
Oliver felt his consciousness leave him as the hands being pinned around his neck slowly eased away. While he remained there, flattened out on the ground, the stench of gasoline tickled his nose and jolted him back up. Smoke filled the air within seconds and the fire rapidly hurried its way towards him as though it had been targeted to him and him alone.
