Young Alexei, spread-eagled on his back, is allowed a brief rest after his extreme electro-torture. Today is his last day of torture – and it will be particularly terrible. The slim, beautiful boy can see the array of votive candles on each side of his naked body – each containing an ounce of searing hot bees wax, the hottest-burning candle wax. The first splash of hot wax to his chest is unbelievably painful, leaving him dazed, too shocked to scream. The burning wax keeps coming, like red-hot iron pokers, making him thrash against his bonds, his screams echoing off the concrete dungeon walls. Then, his skin still burning, he is stretched to his breaking point.
