Entwined

Burned at touch

### DisclaimerThis content is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of violence, torture, and explicit sexual activities. It is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone any form of real-life violence or abuse.

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Silas*

Her screams were music to my ears. If anything, they turned me on even more and were a great source of creativity. They gave me new ideas for things I would do to her. She was fighting against all odds, rubbing her flesh against the harsh ropes, creating a gorgeous rouge around her ankles and wrists. I didn't like the dark purple that was taking over the gorgeous red, but that's how nature works. Her mouth was open wide, her back arched to the extreme, and her eyes looked like water sources, tears flowing abundantly from them. Some of her screams were ear-piercing, and sometimes the pain was so great that she just lost her voice.

Slap.

"I want to hear you, bunny. Scream for me," I ordered, my voice harsh, cold, and demanding.

Her left cheek turned a gorgeous red that matched her complexion really well. Her ear might have been ringing because I didn't make it soft for her. Revenge must be harsh and unforgiving. Sweet, relaxing melody. She couldn't curse me because God knows she learned her lesson from our previous sessions. I had two rules:

1. NO BEGGING

2. NO CURSING

I tilted the candle just enough for it to pour its hot wax over her cunt. She tried avoiding it, but I had pinned her so well that she couldn't so much as vibrate. Another scream emanated from her as I used the Taser again on her inner thigh. Her back curled again; I really thought it would snap anytime, a great long scream emanating from her. I could swear she was about to fly, but the ropes held her in place.

"Lorelei, honey, I never knew you had such great lung power," I teased while tasing her.

From time to time, she gathered enough willpower to fight the ropes and scream hysterically, kicking with her legs and hands, which only ruined my art. I was kind of painting here, using wax instead of paint, but still. It's my art, my masterpiece. I hated it when she got into hysterics and the dry wax cracked or even flicked off her body.

From time to time, I would stop and take a step back. Don't get me wrong; it's not really a break for her to catch her breath but more like an artistic pause for me to get an overview of my art. Unlike Lorelei, who enjoyed cutting me, I preferred hotter things. I enjoyed the burn on the flesh. I used the same little knife she used to cut me with but with a twist.

After looking down at my "chef-d'oeuvre," I felt it needed some adjustments. I placed a mouth gag on her and sat down between my bunny's open legs as she fixed me with her gorgeous eyes. Sweat covered her body, and her hair was glued to her face, some strands obscuring her view. She tilted her head forward to watch my preparation. I took the little knife and the lighter from the drawer next to the bed. I held the knife with my left hand and the lighter with my right. As soon as I flicked the lighter open, a whine left her mouth, and she started shaking.

"Oh, hun, we've been through this many times. You can't possibly still be afraid," I said casually as the flames warmed up the knife.

When I felt the knife was warm enough, I looked back at her. Fear and dread consumed her whole. If anything, I was harder than before. My zipper was seconds away from giving out. But no, not yet.