She sat on her bed, sock covered feet planted firmly on the floor as she stared intently across the room at her wall where her favorite pictures hung idly. There was one of her and her family when she was younger, smiling faces and sweet innocence so blatant on their features that it almost made her conjure up a cynical thought; almost. One of herself and her best friend of thirteen years, arms draped across each other’s shoulders. Another image, one that caused her heart to clench painfully in her chest, was of her and Madison staring into each others eyes. The Latina’s arms were wrapped around her neck, her legs around her waist, being held up by a pair of powerful arms; their noses barely touching with smiles on their faces.

They looked so happy, so in love.

Focusing on that picture took her mind off of her sore knuckles, cut up and bloody from repeatedly hitting bone covered in flesh and the once beautiful face that was now swollen and bruised, covered in crimson from her destructive interrogation techniques. It stopped her from thinking about how much she wanted to get high and just fuck all night.

To find solace in the fog of reckless desire was a practice she was all too familiar with. It made sense though, letting go after taking part in a morally bereft act; shifting the focus from ethics to satiate her urges, the desperate need that made her frantic. It made things simpler; a quick fix. But in the beginning, the craving she felt when she saw Madison right after her first witch hunt was downright confusing.

“Baby what happened to you? Your hands are covered in blood.” The Latina had concern laced in her voice as she took one of Dano’s hands in her own and examined the damage.

She didn’t answer her, just stared. Her green eyes traveled over the slender neck to the t-shirt covered chest down to the sweatpants and back up again. Everything was fueling the dull ache between her legs, the gentle caress of Madison’s touch to the sting of the open cuts on her knuckles.

When she finally looked away from her hand and into her gaze, it became clear to the taller girl what was going to happen; for the most part. ‘What are you thinking?!’