Alone in the Dungeon - Page 26 (Patreon)

Siyrik held Doucettes head with a strong grip. It felt like his fingers would crush her skull and plug hair from her head. He took hot iron so close that she could feel the heat from it. Doucette knew what would happen if he touched her with the tip of the iron. Siyrik was laughing. He was amused to see how the defiant girl turned to the scared little girl. Doucette was fighting to get away from the iron. 

"Shall we remove that nose?" Siyrik laughed. 

"No," Doucette whined silently. Now she was not sure if Mistress really changed her orders. Siyrik took iron even closer to her, and she felt how its heat burned her, although the tip was still away from her skin. 

"I would enjoy seeing your face marked with burns. That with your copper head would warn people." Siyrik continued.