I chuckled, a low, sadistic sound that sent shivers down Sofia's spine. "Oh, but my little fucktoy, you know you fucking want it," I taunted, my voice dripping with dark promise. "You want to feel that hot wax dripping onto your greedy little cunt, sealing it shut, making you beg and scream for my thick cock."
Sofia looked at the red candle in my hand, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and lust. She shook her head, her voice trembling. "No, Jack... please, don't," she begged, even as her hips bucked slightly, betraying her true desires.
I slid my fingers between her legs, feeling the slick, hot wetness of her pussy. I held up my glistening fingers for her to see, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "Your fucking cunt is telling a different story, you little slut," I growled, my voice thick with lust. "You're fucking soaked. You want this. You want to feel the pain. You want to beg for my cock."
