INNOCENCE
She smirked, satisfying herself after a long session of beholding Hazel and praising her before digging useless lacks inside her.
After some time she saw that Hazel got up. She removed the scarf from her head, got up, folded it up, and put it in the cupboard. Her gaze then fell on her brunette hair which was very delicately twisted loosely into a bun. Some of the long strands dangled through the sides of her face, kissing her cheeks. They were always wild and willing to touch her cheeks.