A spark could be enough to set them ablaze.
"Does it feel different in this third film?"
My favorite part about the night at the strip club.
remember who the real enemy is
Gale’s wrists are bound to a wooden post. His jacket’s been cast aside on the ground, his shirt torn away. He slumps unconscious on his knees, held up only by the ropes at his wrists. What used to be his back is a raw, bloody slab of meat. The pieces of the picture do not quite come together until I see his arm raise the whip.