"This'll make you less willin' to fight us," Ed said, lowering the cigarette down to her right thigh.

Anna saw what he was doing. She whimpered, tugging at the ropes, the muscles cramping in her legs and arms. She could feel the heat coming from the burning cigarette, feel the pinpoint of warmth just above her right knee.

Glancing up, Anna saw that horrible, obscene glitter in Ed's eyes. He was enjoying this, loving the way she was whimpering, fighting against the ropes hopelessly while that cigarette came closer to her flesh.

There was a moment's pause, a second when Anna thought he would take the horrible thing away. A warm ash fell from the cigarette, making her flesh quiver.

Ed smiled, that awful, crooked smile, then he took another draw from the cigarette before lowering it quickly to a spot just behind her knee.

It happened so suddenly that Anna didn't feel pain. Everything was so unreal, so nightmarish. And then came the realization, the horrible thought that she was being burned alive. She heard the sizzling sounds of the nearly invisible hairs on her legs being singed from the burning cigarette.

"Mmmfffff!"

Her forehead creased while beads of cold sweat broke out. A tremble shook her body as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. There was a feeling of intense cold, then of numbness, and then finally of the heat searing her flesh.

Even through the filthy shorts Anna's screams of agony could be heard. Her bones rattled, feeling as if they would shatter from the intense pain.

Ed kept the cigarette there on her flesh for a moment, slowly drawing it around, around and down toward her pussy. He was careful not to really damage her flesh by lifting the burning cigarette at times to give her some respite from the pain.