Poor Wyatt remains jumped in an exceedingly awkward position, elbows and wrists locked at a steel brace, his spine arched off the ground, his torso and abdomen covered with wounds out of the single-tail whip. However, Jared is only getting warmed-up. He earns a menu filled with votive candles, each comprising a oz of fire. After sending a couple more blows off the whip, then Jared pours the wax onto the brand new whip-wounds, sending the youthful servant to extremes of misery. “Why have you been, boy?” Jared demands. Jared is switched on he sucks on his servant’s penis when continued to pour searing-hot wax onto his chest. The wax sticks to Wyatt’s skin burning moments as it stinks. Subsequently Jared whips off it. Therefore unkind. Thus amazing.
