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Demi's pov

No! please don't!

These would be my words if I could speak at the moment.

I would cry out and beg them not to do this but I could only watch as they went on with their motive.

Anya put the match box back in her pockets and went forward to the front door. She placed a chair under the door knob and broke other chairs littering the wood everywhere and as she did, she poured a new can of gasoline over them.

The bag they had brought in houses all these.

They followed with littering my torn clothes over everywhere, from the sitting room to the bedroom, kitchen, and other rooms and this they intended would make the fire spread faster.

I couldn't stop them when they dragged me on the chair and into the bathroom.

"And even if someone was to get to the house to save you, you will be long gone before they find you here." Anya's mother smiled, "You can say your last words, oops! I forgot cat got your tongue." she laughed as she exited leaving just Anya and I.

"Let me see you get ou