I'm no longer the Black Queen of the catwalk. I am a woman without a past and a future, I am a heartless beauty with scars on my heart. The accident destroyed everything I lived by, but this is nothing compared to the meeting that fate had prepared for me. And the Handsome Man who saved me is not a Handsome Man at all, but a soulless two-faced Monster. And that tomorrow his poisonous words will be written on the front pages of all newspapers: “I bought myself a new toy.” And I will forever remember the whisper in the dark: “You will kneel, Black Queen, and beg not to take off your collar...”