Chapter 88. Burning at the Stake

Ryan’s POV

[Flashback]

I stood there, watching my mother wriggle as my father set her ablaze with the torch he had in his hand.

The pyre was dripping in oil and the moment the tongue of the fiery flame touched the wet hay, my mother’s flesh began roasting alive and I heard her shriek pierce the sky.

That was the moment I turned off my humanity, rather I lost it all.

I ran towards her as far as my feet could carry me.

I shoved and threw everyone aside who came in my way.

Just when I was about to take the plunge inside the fire and try and pull out my mother, or whatever of her was left, when suddenly she yelled, after watching me in front of her, “Ryan stop. I order you by virtue of the breast milk that I ever fed you my son.”

I shouldn’t have stopped. I shouldn’t have listened. But my feet did exactly the opposite. It braked into a sudden halt.

My mother smiled as I watched portions of her flesh and skin fuse together in the heat