After working as a "cannon fodder stand-in" in a sadomasochism novel for three years, I endured grievances and injuries according to "plot instructions" every day, and my heart was already full of cracks. Until one time when she was framed for stealing, the "plot box" in her mind popped up again. She looked at her pale and haggard face in the mirror and suddenly decided: She would not act in this script.
