It's Halloween night and there's that hint of fear in the air that seems to creep into your bones. My friend and I watch each other with a sinister smile, a silent agreement. This night will be memorable, a celebration of terror in all its rawness. Our slaves are there, trembling bodies, naked and vulnerable under our complete control. We have chosen them to become a wax statue, very soon they will become part of our macabre collection. We light the candles one by one, feeling the heat increase around us. The wax begins to flow inexorably, one drop at a time but soon everything becomes a real incandescent flow. Rivers of wax starting to flow, starting to burn the skin under the hot wave. Each flow is a stifled scream, a moan that resonates in the room but the toture must go on. The wax accumulates, forming layers upon layers that slowly solidify transforming into a vice that immobilizes the limbs. But I want more!!! I want the pain to envelop him, to swallow him completely. I take another candle, this time pointing it directly with the flame, and I let the incandescent drops insinuate themselves directly onto the flesh. There is no way to escape, they are completely prisoners under that shell that continues to grow, to become thicker, heavier. Each layer that solidifies is another chain that imprisons, that suffcte. We smile amusedly, whispering words that smack of condemnation, words that promise him that the night is still long and the torment is just beginning... PS : If you want to book a video request contact me....