More prudent participants would have retreated long ago, but once she was hooked, there was no stopping. In a rapidly escalating sequence, she had emerged among the elite on a frontier of sexual presentation. And then her star explodes, leaving her bloodied and distraught, homeless and dazed, unskilled in a legitimate trade and untouchable in general society. Is there any way a bad gurl like her can rise from the dead? You gotta be joking, right? She ain't Cinderella, for sure.
She's never dared consider where her scandalously sexy wild life might finally lead. You know, wasted. Not that she's exactly had choices. You might say she's doomed.
She's experienced raw extreme passions beyond the imagining of most humans. She's given up everything to become her possessor's superlative sexual thoroughbred. He is, ultimately, her lord, even though she still doesn't know his legal name. Even so, there's no warning before everything crashes right in front of her eyes in a night of pure anguish she can never forget.
Coming back from the dead ain't easy.
How can she possibly breathe through the aftershock? She can't deny being desperate and lost. She's been marked for life and morally bound by the terms of her extensive contract, complicated by an impulsive alteration she made at its signing. Ages have passed since she's even considered a future. Here she is, in her mid-20s, in full crisis and outrageously betrayed.
Will the tide turn for her? She isn't accustomed to freedom or even making decisions for herself. She can barely boil water for cooking.
One thing for sure: this sex-slut can't go back to the farm or Flatbush.
But can a poor gurl like her really live happily ever after?
There's only one way to find out. Oh, my, indeed.