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Fire raced across his back, searing his skin and leaving him shaking from the pain. Another line of flames struck him with enough force to rattle his restraints, then another, and another. Each faded away too quickly to leave him with worse than first degree burns, but he still sobbed at the pain, and the anticipation of being struck again. It was almost more than he could stand, almost enough to break him.

But that was the point, wasn’t it? She knew exactly how she could push him, how much she could make it hurt before he’d call out his safe word and make it end. And she’d kept him there for the better part of an hour, lowering the intensity when he’d almost reached the edge, raising it when the pain had subsided too much. She always knew, even before he did.

He started laughing, a ragged noise that almost sounded like sobbing. His entire body shook, wracked with the almost hysterical sound. Then footsteps echoed towards him, and a jet black hand caressed his cheek and chin.

“And why, pray tell, art thou laughing, son of man?”