Quinn looked up at her father as he shook a red-headed woman's hand, a fake smile plastered on his sharp, angular features. She noticed the iron grip in which the woman engulfed his hand in, and Quinn knew she was aware of her father's false acceptance. His other hand was firmly clenched on the leash connected to the collar on her mother's neck.

Judy resembled the perfect submissive. She sat perfectly still upon her haunches, back perfectly straight. Her tan pelt was groomed to perfection, sparkling green eyes watching her dominant's every move intently, waiting for his commands. Her tail was wrapped around Quinn's wrist in reassurance. Her elder sister, Frannie, was standing on the other side of her father, her beautiful face cool and expressionless, but Quinn could sense her anxiety.

"Russell, " The red-head greeted softly, "It is good to see you again. You have a beautiful family."

Russell's eyes flashed with arrogance, his lips contorting into a impish grin. He placed his hand on his eldest daughter's shoulder firmly, ushering the teenager forward. His sharp gaze darted to the small party behind the red-head. Her wife, a snow leopard with intense blue eyes, glared back at him, her ears flattened against her head in distrust. He quickly averted his gaze.

He cleared his throat. "I have come a proposition."

The woman's head tilted to the side curiously as he once again ushered his eldest daughter forward, objectifying her. "Oh? And what does this proposition entitle?"

"As you know, the Fabray name is well-known in the Dominant/Submissive world." He started. "As are the Princes. As two of the most powerful families in the BDSM world, a union amongst us will increase our power and influence immensely."

The leopard growled from her place on the couch, and Quinn's eyes locked onto a small ball of black fur cuddled into her chest. Its amber eyes met Quinn's curiously from her mother's embrace. It made a move to approach to nine year-old, but the leopard growled warningly, and it plopped back down, resting its head on its chubby paws.

The red-haired woman, Gabriella Prince, raised an elegant eyebrow. The Princes were never ones to back down from an opportunity to secure the family's future. She wanted the absolute best for her six daughters and their future wives and daughters.

"The union of our eldest will make us one of the most powerful and influential families in the world. I have come to offer your eldest my eldest's hand." He finished. Judy's ears drooped slightly, and Frannie stepped forward once more until she was standing in between both heads of the household.

The leopard shot to her paws, causing the cub to topple over. Quinn, despite the seriousness of the situation, couldn't help but chuckle slightly. The leopard shifted into her humanoid form in record time. Her blue eyes were furious. "She's only thirteen! Our eldest is nearly eighteen."

Gabriella Prince raised a well-manicured hand, and the woman instantly shut up. She picked up the small cub and rubbed in between its ears soothingly.

"She's right. She's practically still a child, and my eldest is nearly and adult."

Frannie cleared her throat. "I am willing to do anything to ensure my family's future. I have no objections to my father's request. I only hope your eldest will accept my hand in both marriage and dominance." She said quietly but surely, lifting up the sleeve of her dress to reveal the tattoo that symboled dominance.

The head of the Prince household was silent for long moments. Russell's smirk made her feel ill, but she couldn't deny the perks of marrying the two. Her eldest daughter had been without a dominant all her life, and young Francine seemed rather promising. She briefly looked at Russell's youngest daughter, little Lucy. Lucy was the spitting image of her mother.

She looked to be roughly the age of her youngest, Cairo. The little black panther had been making the little blonde giggle the entire time with her playful antics. The union between Francine and her eldest would surely secure both of their futures both economically and they would grow together, and once the two promising submissives found their respective dominant, the possibilities would be endless.

"Very well, I take you upon your offer, Russell. Francine shall marry Angel."

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That'd been the first time Quinn had seen Cairo Prince. Her sister was married to the eldest Prince rather quickly, and the Dom/Sub world had been ecstatic. Norms were very prejudice towards the Dom/Sub community, and some laws even prevented them from going to certain places. There had even been quite a number of homicides involving Dom/Sub victims and human suspects.

Since the wedding, Quinn and her family spent a lot of time in the Prince Mansion. She and Cairo became very close very quickly, and had been inseparable for years. However, all of that changed when Quinn found her soulmate and her dominant when she was fourteen.

She reclined on Rachel's bed, rubbing her temples tiredly. They'd just returned from the school, and their encounter with eccentric woman had shaken them to their very cores, Quinn especially.

Rachel's been staring at her intently for fifteen minutes straight, demanding an explanation. She'd tell her what she could, but some things she wasn't quite ready to discuss.

"Quinn. Who is Cairo?" She asked quietly.

Quinn sighed. "I'm sure you heard of the Princes."

She nodded. "The all-female clan of Dom/Subs who only take female dominants and submissives. One of the richest, well-known, and most ancient houses in the world."

Quinn let a small smile form on her lips. Rachel was incredibly intelligent, and she liked that.

"When I was nine, my dad convinced Gabriella Prince to marry my older sister, Frannie, and their oldest, Angel. That'd been the first time I ever met Cairo, but she was Alex then. My birth name was Lucy, and we decided to go by our middle names because we thought they were boring." Quinn began.

Rachel made herself comfortable, laying her head on Quinn's shoulder, warmed by her high temperature. "Frannie was only thirteen and Angel was nineteen, but my dad overlooked her happiness for the family's own well-being. They'd attend all these formal dinners, and I was forced along with it, but I always had Cairo with me."

"You'd rarely find us apart. We glued at the hip, tied at the tails. We promised nothing would ever tear us apart, nothing. Not even death." She said fondly, mind drifting back to happier days as she idly toyed with Rachel's fingers.

"What happened?" Rachel asked.

"My soon-to-be dominant came into my life. I was fourteen, we were both fourteen. Cairo never liked the idea of being dominated by someone, and she tried to convince me to rebel against it. She believed all submissives were slaves. When she found out I had completely given myself to this woman, she was furious."

"But her entire family lives by the Dom/Sub lifestyle." Rachel pointed out.

Quinn nodded. "She hated it. It was always Sit, stay, roll over to her. She didn't see the true nature of our lifestyles. Hated her mother for it too. Gabriella Prince was harsh, but she was never cruel to her mom. When her mom died, she blamed it entirely on her mother. Said it was her fault."

"That's…" Rachel couldn't find the words.

"Got even worse when she became my official dominant." Quinn said, refusing to say her name. "We fought, verbally and physically all the time. But one day she just snapped."

"My previous dominant had collared me, with my permission and blessing of course. But Cairo saw it as ownership, slavery. She believed owning another human being was disgusting. She lunged at, ready to kill. She injured her, severely." Quinn shuddered slightly.

"Oh I was so mad. Cairo was my best friend, but I would die for that woman. And I would kill for her." Quinn paused, "I'd even kill my best friend to protect her."

"I nearly did. She was fierce, but I outmatched her in size and power, panther to a lion. I got away with only scratches and bruises. She wasn't supposed to survive the night. I lifted my dom into my arms as the rain began to fall." She choked out.

-K/C-PWF

"Quinn!" Cairo gasped out, blood pouring from every crevice of her face as she shifted into her human form. "Don't leave me!" She cried as Quinn walked further and further away.

Rain soaked her clothes, and she cradled her injured mistress to her chest protectively. She couldn't forgive her. She would never forgive her for hurting the most important thing in the world to her. She lifted her head as her former best friend's painful cries rang in her ears.

"You promised! You said you would never leave me!" Cairo wailed. The gruesome wound on her chest burned with the fire of fury coursing through her veins. She screamed, enraged. It was all that woman's fault!

She banged her head on the concrete floor, feeling as though the devil crawled into her veins.

"QUINN!"

But Quinn was already gone. She felt tears well in her livid amber eyes. She licked her fingers, feeling a wave of satisfaction and hunger course through her fallen state at the taste of blood that belonged to that bitch who stole her best friend.

Her mauled ears flattened against her head. Quinn's scent was already washed away by the rain, her mom was dead, her mother was non-responsive. Her sisters all ran off with insufficient women who couldn't uphold the family name. The Princes had fallen from their throne. She was alone, and even the union between her oldest sister and Francine hadn't been strong enough to hold them. Russell betrayed them all, severing his ties to the Prince Clan and even denying his eldest daughter a return to the Fabray household.

She only had Quinn. And now Quinn was gone.

She laid her head on the ground, anticipating her death.

But the rage and madness swirling in her mind kept her broken, dead heart beating.

-K/C-PWF

"I thought she died. We all did. She couldn't have got up and walked away, we thought the Norms may have taken her body away. Her mother didn't even bother looking for her body. Her sisters could care less, too caught up with their wives and daughters to care that their youngest sister had been killed by her best friend. There was no funeral, but the devastation was somehow still there."

Rachel felt near tears for what Quinn went through. But she had one last question on her mind.

"Quinn, what happened to your previous dominant?" She whispered.

Quinn threw her arm over her eyes. Her heart felt like it was breaking all over again.

"S-she d-died. I w-wasn't…" Quinn choked out. She took a few deep breaths.

"I- C-cairo." She tried again. "Apart of me was angry because she was the reason I killed m-my best friend. Bu-ut I-knew she would die anyway. She was suffering, choking to death on her own blood. I had too…" She cried, face red from the extent of her crying.

"I-I d-don't know what Cairo wants specifically, but I know she wants me to suffer. She'll come for you. I-I-" Quinn gasped, but Rachel just cradled her head to her chest.

She was horrified, and she knew Quinn's deranged former best friend would stop at nothing to make sure she was dead. Now that she knew most of the story, she knew she could try and help Quinn heal.

Whether people believed it or not, she was Quinn's mistress, and her happiness was her own. She'd try and get Quinn to smile again. She would. Even there was a killer on the loose with a taste for her own flesh and blood.

K/C-PWF

Oh, oh. The way Quinn killed her mistress was fucked up, you'll learn of it later. It's crazy what betrayal can do to someone. Like it was fucked up. Like on some Red Dead Redemption John Marston type fucked up.