While it often signifies passion and romance, candlelight can have a darker, more sinister significance. Something that Candice is just now learning to her painfully terrifying dismay.
When he lit that candle, he said he’d leave me to suffer until the candle finished burning down. Then smiling darkly, he casually mentioned he was still considering how to finish me off
when the time came. First, he could put a plastic bag over my head and watch me suffocate, slowly dying for his cruel, sadistic amusement. Or, if he felt merciful, stabbing me in the left
breast with his knife, sliding its blade between my ribs and deep into my heart.
However, from my darkly masochistic perspective, as I feel that candle’s delightfully painful flame slowly roasting the tender flesh of my crotch and inner thighs, the last thing I’d ever
desire from him is mercy...