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Andrea looks down at the dirty white sink. She doesn’t want to see her face and bruised skin in the mirror. Lance steps behind her and tugs her hair, forcing her to look at herself. She barely recognizes her own reflection. “Look at yourself,” Lance says. “You’re all mine. You can’t make love with any other men. The tattoo on your arm has the poisonous turquoise in it—if you make love with another man, you’ll die.” Andrea rolls her eyes and looks at Lance’s reflection in the mirror. She doesn’t believe that the poison will somehow enter her blood and kill her if she makes love with another man, but it’s clear that Lance does. She meets his eyes in the mirror and shrugs. “You should enjoy being with me,” Lance says, biting her earlobe. “If you leave me, you’ll have to be abstinent. One d