My worthless pet writhes on the cold floor, hooded and exposed, as I tease his skin with my gloved hands before unleashing the inferno. Gripping the crimson candle, I let molten wax cascade over his chest, sizzling into rivers of torment that blister and burn deep. I straddle him, scraping the hardened crust with razor nails, popping bubbles of agony, rubbing the raw wounds until blood mixes with wax. His muffled howls beg for mercy I’ll never grant—this is my canvas of exquisite suffering.
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