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chapter one, endure and survive.
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FROM A YOUNG AGE, Nadia was pampered and bathed in the idea of perfect beauty. Nadia was influenced by her parents to believe those perfect women were supposed to be slim and gifted with symmetrical faces. If they were anything but, they were tainted. So, it was no surprise how mortified they were when they witnessed the muscles begin forming and her face littered with burns. Her career had transformed her into an 'intimidating and masculine woman'. Nadia always found that thought amusing. How could a woman be intimidating with a few extra muscles and a worn face? She believed it made her an enigma, an enigma no man wanted to touch.
Walking home alone, she rarely felt the doom of a man, something she wished all women could feel. Most strangers turned their attention elsewhere, noticing the harsh glare she shot. This power of hers even became useful in the current state of the world, with groups disbanding their raid just at the sight of her shadow. Strangers always turned the other cheek, all wanting a pretty damsel in distress.
At least that's what Nadia Vale assumed.
Nadia's face lay on a rough surface, as her thoughts began to collect mixed with the throbbing headache. The headache told her it was time to rest someplace quiet, to ride out the storm within her brain, but she fought the roll of her eyes. Thoughts of the events before plagued her, making her more determined to fight the darkness of her lids. She needed to save them.
