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The first thing I remember is waking up in a dingy motel room with no recollection of how I got there or who I was. The only thing that remained was my name, Sophia, and the fact that I had no family to speak of. As I slowly regained consciousness, I realized that I was surrounded by the trappings of a life I had never known - lingerie catalogs, fashion magazines, and a series of Polaroids showcasing me in various states of undress.
As I pieced together my past, I discovered that I had been a model for over ten years. But it wasn't until I stumbled upon an old photograph of myself as a child, dressed in a Greek goddess costume, that I began to unravel the mystery of my identity. The image was dated 1995 and bore little resemblance to the woman I knew today - or at least, what I thought I knew.
I went on to learn more about my early life through various newspaper clippings and social media profiles left behind by loved ones who had long since passed away. It turned out that Sophia Georgiou was a talented young model from Greece who had become an overnight sensation in the fashion world before disappearing without warning around her 18th birthday. What I did know for certain, however, is that my body became a commodity - something to be objectified and exploited by those seeking power over me.
But what I also knew is that Sophia's spirit remained alive within me, urging me to take control of my
