The flame hovered just inches away from her face. The acridly sweet scent seared the sensitive hairs in her nose and she couldn't help the tears that began to well in her eyes. Terror jumped up and down her throat as she twisted her head desperately to avoid the dripping wax, but it was hardly any use. The chains that bound her limbs wouldn't give an inch. She felt a wet scalding splatter across her nose, her cheek and she gave a sharp cry. It hurt so much! Some of it landed in her hair— a curious contrast, flecks of white against pure black. How delicious, she was crying now. Bawling.

Apollo only watched, amusement twitching the curves of his mouth. A humorless chuckle bubbled from his lips.

"Let's play."

He tipped the candle down.

Ok so like, I know this part wasn't here before but i decided to put it here anyways because I like it. It adds a little more trepidation to the story, especially since it's a bit of a slow burn when it comes to actually meeting my main man Apollo lol. Also it sort of gives a little more insight of what kind of themes story's going to have, so yeah.