I nodded solemnly, my gaze flicking to Ruth, who was watching us with a mix of horror and morbid curiosity. "Yes, Mother," I continued, my voice darkening with a twisted sense of urgency.
"But I'm afraid…" I leaned in closer, my breath hot against Ada's ear, "Once your asshole is healed, your pussy will become sick."
I tilted the candle slightly, letting a fresh bead of wax form at the edge, the flame casting eerie shadows across her trembling body. "So I need to seal your pussy with this wax," I murmured, my voice a dark caress, "to make sure the sickness won't spread."
My free hand slid lower, my fingers brushing against the soft folds of her pussy, my touch light but commanding. "It's the only way to completely heal you, Mother Ada."
