Marissa Mendoza, a vision of innocence, is ruthlessly defiled. Her porcelain skin is marked by rough, calloused hands, her once pure eyes now glazed over with lust. She's made to service them all, her beauty a cruel irony as it fuels their desire. She's filled, stretched, her body used as a plaything. Her beauty is not destroyed, but distorted, warped into something darker, more depraved.