Jandi Lin Live, Part 1

The stocks pin Jandi Lin's neck and wrists. She kneels high, straining, or the wood strangles her. Every finger is wrenched back and tied off. Hot wax hits her palms, then her breasts, dripping down her skin. She can't shake it off. Below her, Sarah Jane Ceylon lies on the floor, ankles lashed to her neck, forced to watch. Cyd Black and Claire Adams work fast, pouring more wax where it will sting most. No break. No mercy. Just the next drop and the next.