Victoria Fordyce-Britt, the super model, distrusted Slick from the beginning, although he treated her with respect. Still, she agreed to help Slick win a second term in order to please her step-mother.From the git-go, Victoria saw how morally corrupt Slick really was, which was tragic, considering his innate ability. Thus, Victoria helped Slick overcome the sordid sexual rendezvous, not only his, but his main political consultant, and win a second term with a landslide.
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Victoria struggled to open her eyes, but they had swollen to.Her head throbbed as if she had been beaten with a bal paean hammer. She raised her head, but it was stopped inches above her body, unable to move any higher. What had happened? A car wreck, a plane? Instinctively, she pushed at the overhead barrier, but it did not give. What was it? It felt soft like satin, like one of the silk quilts on Grandmother Fordyce's beds, except that it was cold. She slowly slid her fingers to the side and down; the surface changed. Now, it felt to ruffled to be a quilt. Yet, she seemed to be in some kind of narrow bed, but how did she get here? She pushed out her other hand to the side and recoiled as the palm immediately touched the same sort of icy ruffles.She then tried to spread out her feet, but they only separated a few inches - definitely not a bed, but a narrow enclosure! A coffin? Yes! I am buried alive!