She stood over him, tipping the candle on its side ever so slowly. He held his breath, waiting in tense anticipation. When the wax dripped, it was instant. One moment it was following the concave edge of the candle; the next, it flared hot against his skin -- a burst of brilliant pain that was gone as soon as his brain registered it...
Bruce Kennedy
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