Letting it melt...he listened to her screaming in half-pain, half-delight. When the ice had melted, he watched her squirm some more as the bubble of freezing cold water in her belly button trickled down her waist.
"Can't let that stay there, can we?" he asked, his eyes wide with evil intent. He promptly bent down, and began to lick the water from her skin, gradually moving up to her belly button. Because she was tied up and stretched out, her belly button was oval-shaped and more exposed. He took a long, slow lick all the way up her deep navel, holding her stomach down with his hands as she writhed and tried to avoid his tongue. It was no use.
"Please! No more ice!" she begged, now laughing in pain.
"No more ice?" her captor replied. "Well let's try the opposite, then, shall we?"
He returned moments later with a burning candle. She suddenly realized what he was going to do, and began squirming even more.
"I beg you! Mercy! You've had your fun!" Her stomach almost went into spasm as hot, melted candle wax was dripped into her belly button from a height. And he did not just stop there. He began to drip the wax all over her body, enjoying every moment she was being tortured.
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