Most of the paper was on the floor now, either still burning or hissing to ruin in puddles of champagne, but Annie still held some, and it was still burning.
Getting into the chair didnt hurt as much as he had feared, and that was good, because previous experience had shown him that he would hurt plenty afterward. When they finally broke into the house in answer to the frenzied screams coming from the parlor, they found a man who looked like a nightmare sprung to life.