Oscar wriggled in pain when a drop of melted candle kissed his skin in the groin area.
“You’re supposed to be convicted in a r**e case, but you have to thank me for not suing you on behalf of the lady you assaulted sexually,” the man wearing a demon mask said.
Oscar’s hands and feet were tied on four poles on the ground, spread wide open. His nakedness was exposed to the open field: he didn’t know where. He couldn’t scream or cry for help because a piece of duct tape sealed his mouth.
“Ow… Look at you doing your best to desperately seek help. What did you do when the forensic pathologist told you to stop? Did you listen to her plea?”
Twigs broke under the sole of the masked man’s shoes when he walked a few feet away from him. Then, a lighter clicked, followed by the smell of a lit cand
