"I now have a rival, too. A big, red-haired Russian fashion queen. Her name is Tonya. She has the grace and command of a princess, and this prison is her palace.
"I worry. We are supposed to compete. The girls who behave the most pleasing and whose bodies develop the most are rewarded. The girls who do not respond to the serum, or who do not please, vanish.
"Tonya is gorgeous, and gorgeous is hard to compete with. I sometimes fear I will disappear in the shadow of her glamour."
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