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Pain. Hurt. Anguish.

They all meant the same thing, but none of them could be used to describe how Hannah Morales felt seeing Serenity Gils looking like a lost puppy, giving pleading eyes to its owners not to abandon them.

Standing in the red room that was filled with the blonde's silent sobs, Hannah Morales understood that the worse kind of agony isn't that of one's flesh but rather is of seeing someone you want, beg desperately to be loved by you but the scars imprinted in your soul prevents you from giving them what they want.

It's a labyrinth Hannah Morales was currently wrapped in. Her heart urged her to kneel before the blonde and take her in her arms. Whisper all the words she'd love to hear.

But another part of her urged her to assume her position as Mistress and make Serenity her personal sex toy. No matter how promising the second option sounded, Hannah knew it'd bite her in the ass.

Another part of her, the logical part of her knew it will be best to cut ties with the b