Na’amah stumbles into the Black Rose body ridged with pain. She pauses in the doorway to catch her breath, letting the door close and latch behind her. She reached out with her senses and nods, the place was empty.
She giggles, then gasps and arches as the pain flares inside her. She staggers forward, leaning heavily on the railing leading to her office.
Leigh, in her twisted haze of grief, had cast a spell on her. She had cursed her to feel pain with joy, and the thought made her giggle again, which had her legs going weak under her. She moans loudly, the pleasure, as always, racing behind the pain to wash over her. Her body responding to the pain as it always does, as she was created to respond.