Meanwhile, Sandra seemed completely unaware of the danger. She was holding a light pink bra, hanging it on a vine by the tree trunk.
Once Anthony saw the bucket of water beside her, he quickly ran over and tipped it over.
"Sandra, are your clothes done? I need to use the water to put out the fire, or we'll both be burned alive!" Before Sandra could respond, the water splashed down like a waterfall, hitting the flames and briefly suppressing them.
But the fire had already spread to the trunk, and Curly's lackeys kept feeding it more dry branches. The single bucket of water was not enough. The fire roared back, even fiercer than before.
"Hah, that bit of water won't do a thing. Come down or burn!" Curly sneered, emphasizing that their resistance was futile.
"We can't just wait to die,"
