After three years as a camp prostitute, I finally lived to see a general amnesty.
When the army’s youngest general chose me, I thought I had found a good man to marry.
Instead, he turned out to be a princess disguised as a man.
Back in the capital, she had me mutilated, humiliated, and assaulted to death, all while being praised as a model of female independence.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the soldiers chose which women to take home.
This time, I knew her secrets.