Third-person POV
Jella was burning alive, and Electra watched it happen with a look of pure satisfaction on her face, even enjoying the loud screaming from Jella as she burned. There was no visible fire, no flames dancing around her body, but somehow that only made the entire thing more horrifying. The fire was inside her, buried under her skin and flesh, crawling through her veins and organs like a living creature feeding on her from the inside out.
Jella dropped to her knees in the grass, both hands clawing desperately at her own throat and chest as if she could somehow rip the burning out of herself. Her screams echoed through the palace grounds so loudly that even the guards far away looked disturbed, but none of them dared to interfere.
"Please!" Jella screamed hoarsely, tears pouring uncontrollably down her face. "Please make it stop!"
