Hendaya had her bare feet on the edge of the rocks, her tears running wild across her face. Tonight, she had managed to escape the brothel for the first time. The truth was, she had never tried before. She hated that place, she hated her life there, she hated herself. The pain in her chest had become unbearable when the madame had announced her she had another client to please tonight. Another wreck that had spent a little fortune just to feel what it is like to f**k with the mysterious Fairy.
Hendaya was enjoying the night breeze cooling her face through her weeping. She recalled how she used to fly over the top of the trees and let her body be carried by the wind, just as her mother taught her when she was a child. However, she was more affine to water, flowing around her limbs
