until the end

• Thank you, Mystique, another one delivered.

You realize it's getting harder and harder every time I have to do worse. You've absorbed a dozen victims this time, I don't know if you'll survive.

• No matter, free me and admit you like it?

Mystique smiled.

• Oh yes, if you knew what I still have in mind, you'd panic.

She tied Rogue to a St. George's cross, which she lengthened with pulleys so that Rogue could only see the ceiling.

She traced a trail along her body with a fingernail until it disappeared between her thighs. At that moment, she felt Mystique sucking and nibbling at her vagina, drawing moans of pleasure from her. Rogue was confused when she had an orgasm, but right in the middle of it, she felt Mystique plunge a needle into her clitoris, piercing it with horrifying slowness.

Rogue's body convulsed violently as the needle pierced her clitoris, the pain burning like liquid fire. Mystique's laughter echoed through the room, an icy melody that harmonized with Malicia's muffled screams.

The cross formed by the needles seemed to vibrate with evil energy, each point a testament to Mystique's relentless vengeance. As the blood flowed, mingling with the wax and sweat, Mystique leaned closer, her breath hot against Rogue's ear.

• You see, my dear, she whispered, her voice laced with malice, this is what redemption looks like.

The final, longer needle was the ultimate ****, sinking into the tender flesh with deliberate slowness. Rogue, her eyes rolling back, felt her body fragmenting under the excruciating pain, every millimeter of the needle like a blade slicing into her soul.

Mystique, her lips curled into a cruel smile, watched with sickening fascination as Rogue's transformation unfolded, her screams, muffled by tears and sweat, becoming a macabre symphony.

Rogue slipped into unconsciousness when she felt the third soul depart.

That's good, my beautiful mystical fit, I'll put you back on your feet before continuing.