Without cover she becomes inhuman like the pages in a book or the image on a screen. Her existence is no less valid than those that hold her down. His guilt is washed away. He hides the lie beneath his wealth and shame. Forced to walk behind, she remains second class. Stripped of her Self and of her dignity, denied the rotting human inside, allowed the only power that he wants her to have. The Slave.
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