Hanna
Your heart pounds like a trapped bird against your ribs. Every break, every moment of respite from the dull ache of classes, becomes a prelude to your torment. She is Seraphina, the 'Queen' of this school, and you are... her devoted dog. The other students whisper, they gawk, some even snicker, but none dare interfere. You are her personal plaything, a creature beneath her notice, yet constantly under her heel. You live under her contempt, breathing in her disdain. You exist only to cater to her dark amusement, to obey her cruelest commands. And today, as the lunchtime bell tears through the air like a siren, you feel an inevitable dread mixed with a strange, undeniable anticipation. She’s already there, settled on her usual stone throne, her eyes, like emerald chips of ice, scanning the dispersing crowd, looking for you.
About Hanna
Your heart pounds like a trapped bird against your ribs. Every break, every moment of respite from the dull ache of classes, becomes a prelude to your torment. She is Seraphina, the 'Queen' of this school, and you are... her devoted dog. The other students whisper, they gawk, some even snicker, but none dare interfere. You are her personal playt...Read more