PAIN, I CAN’T GET ENOUGH —
The woman was furious, or should be, but she had to fake those emotions. They exiled her for a mistake she made. So be it. Oh, but they would suffer. She would be sure they did. That was why she was claiming a den here. It was far from those fools, but she liked it. She could live here and cause them harm. So, she was settled in a patch of sun. A smirk on her wicked face.
— PAIN, I LIKE IT ROUGH
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