”“Fuck my wife?” he asked, moving forward. He took my hands. “Why do you think you’re here, Becky?”I blinked at him. “What?”“We kept...you away until this moment,” Kurt said. “Our wedding night. We wanted Rosemary’s first time with you to be special. And I wanted to share one last woman with you, Becky. I always enjoyed that. You know it.”I shuddered. “But ... but ... I ... I mean ... You made me promise.”“Sorry,” he said. “But...” A grin spilled across his lips. “The look on your face when you. Even if I could cover the colour, the pattern would still show through. Maybe a mask would work, but what sort of mask could I wear that wouldn't be obvious?I was getting nowhere. I decided to have a cup of tea to try and relax a bit, and see if that would help the idea simmering in my brain become clearer. I was just putting the kettle on and getting out the tea bags, when I realised what I had been thinking. I couldn't wear a mask, but I could project one with my illusion abilities. It. Light bounced off the dripping walls of rock and the thick creosote-treated wood pilings that gave the walls and ceiling support. Those thousands of tiny lights all moved as if they were living breathing things, soon sweeping around her legs, beginning at her slender toes and circling upward around her feet, her ankles, her legs, rising higher around her thighs but stopping at an invisible barrier around her hips. As the lights climbed around her lower extremities, another supernatural. . it was so hot and burning! Her nipple immediately puckered beneath the wax in pain, and the candle stick dripped more onto it. Kristen's mind was having trouble wrapping around the idea that she was being sexually tortured by an inanimate object, until she realized where she was.That old witch! The next fairy tale in the book had been Beauty and the b**st... where the furniture were actually humans, changed by a spell! Kristen moaned as she realized that the candlestick on her stomach was.