Eileen clamped her mouth shut and angrily looked at the thin, smiling face of the ambassador, with a touch of terror.
Bakerland stretched out his right hand which was covered in a plume of orange flames that danced silently.
He took two steps forward, making a gesture as if he was pressing his palm against Eileen's skin.
This made Eileen think of the descriptions in many novels in which cruel interrogators would use red-hot iron to brand their target's body, bringing about an extremely painful experience.
"No, I can't be that brutal to such a beautiful lady." Bakerland suddenly stopped his outstretched right palm and chuckled softly.
He shook suddenly, turning the orange flame into a long red whip.
The long whip ignited the air around it which took on the form of thorns.
Pow!
Bakerland lashed his flaming whip at Eileen, burning her clothes and leaving a dark mark on her skin. Her face contorted as she screamed.
