It wasn’t the first time I’d had wax dripped on me, but it was no less shocking. The split second of pain, the whisper of a burn that quickly faded…I wanted to cry out, desperately, but I somehow managed to keep my teeth clenched.

Another drip fell as I shook. I squealed around the candle, exercising every bit of self-control I had not to squirm again.

“What an unfortunate predicament you’ve gotten yourself into,” Vincent said as he sunk two fingers into my pussy, drawing out another desperate moan. “Whether you struggle or not, it’s still going to drip. How fun. Oh, but…” He held up his finger, reaching for something in his back pocket. What he held up was a red-tipped wand that I assumed to be some kind of tool. “I have something that’ll make it even more fun.”

Then he brought it down and tapped it against my thigh.

It shocked me, electricity bursting through every nerve ending. My entire body tensed, and I thrashed against the ropes. There was no escape from him bringing it down again, tapping it against my other leg with the same effect. I screamed, teeth still clenched, more wax dripping onto my chest in tiny, wicked bites of heat.

Vincent laughed, giving the wand a little spin in his hand. “Aww, does that hurt? Was that a I’m-having-so-much-fun scream or I’m-in-agony scream? I couldn’t really tell, let’s hear it again.” Another tap, another shock, another scream. I couldn’t manage to hold it back. “Well, what do you know! It sounds like both, Jess.” He brought the wand higher, hovering right over one of my hard nipples. “It sounds like you’re enjoying the pain. How fortunate for you.”

He lowered the wand. I tried to shake my head, but it only caused a few more drops of wax to fall. He grinned right before he tapped it down, and my back arched as I screamed at the shock.

But he was far from done with me, and moved the wand between my legs. I was whimpering even before it touched me, anticipating the pain, building it up in my head until it was a monster hovering over me. Vincent paused with the wand so painfully close, watching my face.

“I love seeing you work yourself up,” he said. He clicked the button on the wand, igniting a spark of electricity at the tip that was accompanied by a crackle. The sound alone made me jump, and more wax dotted my skin.

How had Jason survived him all these years? Maybe they balanced each other somehow, sadist versus sadist, feeding off the bliss of torturing one other.