“God, I don’t think you have any idea how hard you are making me right now,” her captor hissed as he held tight to her thigh while her body convulsed in pain, “and just think, princess, I don’t even have your clothes off yet.”
Recovering slowly from the assault of the wax, his words sunk into her. The ‘yet’ struck especially close to her heart. In her state of helplessness, it hadn’t really occurred to her that she was still wearing all of the clothing that she had been wearing when she left home earlier in the evening. How much worse would this torment have been if he’d stripped her first? Would he continue these cruel tortures for as long as she was here, and later in the nude? Was he going to r**e her? The answer to the last question seemed glaringly obvious to her, bringing new tears
