The book opens…

The story starts with once upon a time, there was a girl named Cinderella. She was a very beautiful young lady. Her mother died upon giving birth to her. She grew up in splendor with her then loving and caring father.

However, things did not go so smoothly. For some reasons, the time they spent together as father and daughter did not last for a long time. Her father found a new family and left her alone.

Then the gods came. Finding the young Cinderella on her own, they decided to bring her to their place as a plan was formulated in their minds for this lovely maiden.

But, in exchange for a few grands, the gods sold Cinderella to some rich capitalists. There she became a slave. A weak and helpless puppet.

Nothing’s left for her—her gems, her house, her paradise. Everything she had owned, all of them, already belonged to the gods. Her gems and clothes were taken. Her mouth was sealed. And her face? Wasted.

Poor Cinderella! She was abused. She was tortured. She was bruised.

But Cinderella, tired of her life, wanted some change.

Knowing only one solution to her dream, she went to her Fairy Godmother.

The Fairy Godmother, who was also wasted but still managed to look as alluring as always, clothed Cindy. With her glass slippers on that glisten as she step, in a daring skirt that follows every curve of her buttocks as she walk, with make-up painted on every corner of her face, and a pony smile, off she went to the road almost naked with those skimpy clothing.

After some time, Prince Charming came in a big car. A rich man as he was, he bought Cindy. They danced and danced…in bed. There, the whole night was filled with promises—convincing yet empty promises.

A willing fool, Cinderella gave herself until nothing was left. She was already paid.

Then the hands of the clock stroked 12 in the middle of the night. Time for our Cinderella to go! But unfortunately, she left her shoe in bed.

She waited. She hoped that her Prince Charming would come and give her shoe and eventually have her back in his arms. But he never came. What a big mistake!

Cinderella wasn’t saved after all. Until her other shoe turned into silver. Then later, it turned into rust.

Poor Cindy!

She did not live happily ever after. No glass shoes left. No magic. No happy ending.

She cried.

And the book closes…