First delivered

Mystique removed her blindfold. She had taken on the appearance of one of the women whose psyche she had stolen.

• Oh, sorry, sorry, said Rogue, crying.

She lay on the ground, tied up so that she was completely exposed, open to all of Mystique's sadistic fantasies.

• Oh no, no mercy for bitches like you. I'll burn you alive like you stole my life, bitch.

She first took a small candle and brought it close to Malicia's nipple. Rogue gasped at the sensation of heat, almost burning, before the wax dripped. This burn was a first release from the emotional pain she was feeling.

• Oh yes, it's so good, it's coming, I can feel it.
• Shut up, whore, you're going to pay.

Mystique took a large candle and began pouring more wax onto her chest. The intense heat of the melted wax engulfed Rouge's pale skin, causing her to contract under the unbearable sting.

Tears, already dried, reappeared, silently streaming down her cheeks as she gritted her teeth to stifle her screams. Each drop of wax was a punishment, each burst of pain a reminder of past mistakes. Mystique, her eyes shining with boundless cruelty, watched Rogue's every reaction, relishing her power over this broken soul.

Rogue arched her back almost as if her body were seeking redemption for stolen lives. Mystique moved down and began drenching her clitoris with wax. Malicia screamed like a madwoman.

• Oh yes, yes, it hurts, it's so good, it's coming, oh yes.

Each drop of burning wax on her skin was a spark that lit an inner fire, a purification by fire that made her tremble and scream. Mystique applied the wax to Rogue's thighs, her vagina completely exposed.

Rogue's body trembled uncontrollably as the hot wax trickled over her most sensitive areas, each drop igniting a fire that seemed to purify her soul.

Mystique watched the scene with a fixed gaze, her expression a mixture of satisfaction and cruelty. The air was thick with the smell of melted wax and the faint metallic scent of blood. Malicia breathed in short bursts, her mind clouded by pain and pleasure.

When Rogue finally calmed down and managed to say,

• It's okay, the first one is gone, she fled, she forgave me and is returning to her body.

But her face wrinkled again, another victim demanding vengeance. Mystique continued, taking on a different appearance.