Ignoring her pleas, Alaric tilted the candle, allowing scalding wax to drip onto her exposed skin. Evanthe cried out, her back arching as she vainly tried to twist away from the searing pain. The hot wax dripped onto her collarbone, tracing a path of fire down to the swell of her breasts. Her breath came in ragged pants, her body writhing as she tried to escape the relentless torment. "Please, Alaric, I swear—I'll do anything," she gasped, her voice hoarse with agony.
Alaric's eyes gleamed with a cruel satisfaction as he watched her struggle. He continued to tilt the candle, the wax falling like molten rain onto her delicate skin. Each drop elicited a cry from deep within her, her body contorting in a futile attempt to evade the scorching pain. He moved the candle lower, the wax now dripping onto her trembling stomach, her hips bucking as she desperately sought to escape. Her pleas filled the room, a symphony of despair that only seemed to fuel his sadistic pleasure.
