Translations:Codex: Becoming One.../65/en

Maria rubbed her hands in an amber oil before starting to drag her fingers through Tiffany’s tightly trimmed head of blonde hair. Rita pressed a glass filled with a milky, slightly rubbery-smelling sort of drink to Tiffany’s lips and tilted it up to force her to drink. All of Tiffany’s squirming and whimpering amounted to nothing. She was trapped in the chair.