Watching in horror as Miss Felina is being scalded with hot wax at her feet, her hands, in her privates and even her face, Louise shivers and every grunt of the trapped performer is engraved in her mind. These people who are willing to pour the hot dripping matter in mouth and pussy and in various other spots, and then even let it harden in poor Felina's mouth, what are they made of? They seem utterly indifferent to whether the escape star might die at their hands. Don't they realize that some of the wax might drip or choke into Felina's nostrils, the one narrow place she can pull in air? Tugging helplessly at her wristropes, Louise begins to fear for her own life as well as Felina's. If they kill the performer they will surely not let her escape either! And some of the audience seem to have worked up such sadistic lusts that they might even kill them both by accident and toss their dead bodies in a garbage bin.

And that man had dared whisper to her that he might do the same to her. Slightly shaking her head behind the protruding cock gag, Louise can only hope that it wasn't a serious threat: the idea of having hot wax - or hot semen - running down her throat in any amount sets her mind tumbling with revulsion.