The pungent smoke rolled in and quickly filled every corner. Emily only felt her breath stutter, followed by a violent cough. The smoke was like a thousand sharp needles, piercing her throat with such force that every breath was like swallowing a razor blade. Her eyes stung unbearably from the smoke, and tears welled up uncontrollably, only to be instantly evaporated by the heat, leaving only a trail of dried tears on her cheeks.
Emily struggled in vain, trying to break free from the ropes binding her hands and feet, yet the ropes were like shackles of fate, tightly strangled into her skin, her hands and feet had long been worn to a bloody pulp, the pain that pierced her heart was like a tidal wave hitting her nerves, but she no longer had time to care. She watched in despair as the flames grew fiercer and fiercer, and her heart was filled with helplessness and fear.
