Evening I made my one hundred and seventyeighth scratch on the cave wall. Despite her humble rural beginnings Butterfly regards herself as a sophisticated young woman. So when offered a lucrative job in the city she jumps at the chance. But instead of being given work she is trafficked and sold to Bright Black a desperate man from a poor mountain village. Trapped in Brights cave home Butterfly struggles to repel his lustful advances and she plans her escape... not so easily done in this isolate