Trinity Slade didn't dare look over as Ursula Flint slammed against the side of Trinity's car. She shouted out a vulgar swear, stepping on the gas. The deep green paint was now faded and white on the side of the Foose AtmosFEAR. The two cars went one after the other for a moment before Trinity was hit again. She lost control of the car, spiralling to the dock. The engine quit just before the car flew over the edge. Trinity took in her last few gasps of air as she was pulled from the car. That was the last time anyone ever saw her.


Trinity stared at herself in the vanity. She owndered what the man looked like, or if he even wanted her. She knew she didn't.
The dress fit perfectly; it covered her tight body as though it were an elastic band. It wound