Study from nine to four. Work as a bartender from nine to two. You wake up and everything is in a circle. You always rely only on yourself, because everyone who has been in my life has let me down more than once. I cling to the only thing that will always be in my life - art. Body art, photography, drawing... it piques my interest. Almost as much as his interest in me. I wanted nothing to do with him. But he's the type who always gets what he wants. His hatred has become an obsession, which knew no bounds. I am his Good Girl. And I wonder: will he ever let me go?