Her arm is taken, in a grasp that seems both gentle and inescapable, her sleeve rolled back.
Her hand lit on fire.
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Her arm is taken, in a grasp that seems both gentle and inescapable, her sleeve rolled back. A small amount of liquid, hardly more than a few drops, splashes onto her hand. |