Snow sat on the bed, chained to the bed post. The more she tugged on it the more it tightened against her wrist. Her eyes remain closed and her eyebrows knit close to each other. The blood dripping from her nostrils suddenly turned into liquid lava, burning the fabric on her body without scorching her skin. Gradually, the bed went up in flames, attracting the curtains and dressers and just like that, the half of the tent is ablaze with a now naked Snow sitting on the iron bed post in the midst of the fire.
"Do you smell that?" the light skinned guard stationed at the front of the tent asked the other dark skinned guard who stood at the other side of the tent's entrance.
"Yeah, it smells like something is burning" the dark skinned guy replied.
