My Masters’ Nightmare Season 2, Episode 1 “Mind Games” By Marita A. Hansen

People lusted after me. I could see it in their eyes, with the way their pupils grew large, the black practically eclipsing their irises. I could also see it in the way they breathed in sharply when they saw me, as though they were trying to suck in my essence—my soul, my beautiful face like cocaine to their libidos. It didn’t matter whether they were male or female; their reactions were all the same. And I hated it. People had told me so many times that being beautiful was a blessing, but to me, it felt more like a curse. It had brought me nothing but suffering, the years of abuse taking a toll on my sanity. And as I stepped out of the limousine, I knew without a doubt I was going to suffer more, my curse this time leading me into Hell—the Black Russian’s palace.