The microfantasy monday prompt for this week is fire.

The room is aglow with what seems like a million point of flickering light. My limbs are stretched wide; taut and trembling across the expanse of her bed. My hands and ankles bound securely at the four points.
“You look like the vitruvian man,” she whispers. “But far more helpless.” In her hand she grips a fat white candle. The liquefied wax is shimmering in the melted recess around the blackened wick. Her eyes narrow and a devilish smile comes to her lips as she slowly tips the candle and the melted wax forms a single, white-hot, drip…

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