Prologue

     BUY NOW!

     I toss the virtual clothing into my shopping cart of sin.

     I have never owned a corset top before, but I simply must have it. A beauty, a splendor, a black satin jacquard wonder clasped with gold swing hooks that make me look like I just arrived on the steampunk train. I have a rock gig, and I will make sure they remember this night. I have been traipsing all over my previous life, broken halo toppling from my head, and I am deep into seeing how much pleather I can stuff in my cart before noon. 

     My phone buzzes. Hey stranger! 

     KinkDude. I barely remember him. What’s he doing muddling my inbox?? I toss my phone back on the couch, message ignored and unanswered. 

     I continue my shopping spree. I find crazy stiletto boots with a two inch platform AND chains AND flames AND a jeweled skull on the heel. Unsure if I can even walk in them and CLICK here they come. 

     Why not? 

     I am celebrating. I smirk to myself at the irony of the physical chains on my clothing having replaced the prison in which I was once trapped. 

     I will tell my story, and I will start with a piece of forbidden clothing. 

     Hint: It’s not a corset top.