He writhed in agony and she heard his screams of terror and pain. She could smell burned flesh and a more acrid stench of plastic and upholstery turning to carbon in the seats.
Note: What was her strongest perception?
She hated the smell of him.
Note: Again, the sense of smell.
He had a dark, clear voice that stressed, pedantically, each word. She hated his voice. He told her that it was her birthday and he wanted to wish her happy birthday. His tone was not unfriendly or ironical. It was neutral. She thought that he was smiling. She hated him.
Note: She hates men who hate women
She saw the match burst into flame. She smiled a hard smile and steeled herself. It was her thirteenth birthday.
Note: Her coming of age and passing to the next stage through a rite of fire.