(Still a few hours before Abel’s arrival…)
Luna barely makes it to her room at Stacey's cottage before the sobs come, uncontrollable and so painful that she has to bite her hand as she lies in a foetal position on the bed, trying to muffle the sound under the pillow. Tears stream down her cheeks, wetting the bed sheet beneath her face. Her chest heaves with each sob as she tries to comprehend the combo of pleasure and pain that consumes her every time she sees Cain. She knows she shouldn't feel this way, that she shouldn't be so dependent on him, but she can't help it.
What is this sadness? It gets worse every time after her session with Cain. And yet she can't bear to say no to him… Every time she’s away from him, she's reminded of the emptiness, the void that will soon follow. The long
