The Harem Preface Sneak Peak

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The Harem Preface Sneak Peak

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Have you ever believed in something so completely that you were willing to give up everything and everyone in your life to protect it? Some people might suggest that I haven’t lived long enough to fully understand the consequences of a decision like that. I disagree. I believe completely that the last three years of my life contain more than most people have experienced in an entire lifetime, and by the end of my story, I believe you’ll agree.

My name used to be Susan Winthrop. That name really meant something to me for a large part of my life. My identity. It was the way most of the world viewed me and how I imagined myself according to what others insisted was appropriate. Honestly, I never really thought much about it. Most of the time, I wasn’t aware that I had any say at all in who I was or how others viewed me. I never felt like I had any control in my life. My name was also the only connection I had left to my parents after they passed away. Losing them began a series of events and decisions that I had no say in. I was just along for the ride. Being so young when you loose both parents has few advantages. Not remembering much of them is one. At least I don’t really know what I’m missing.

What cut that silver cord that binds me to my bloodline? It’s complicated.

Now, I go by the very simple name of Wednesday. I’m not the first Wednesday either. There have been many, and God willing, there will be many more. If I have anything to say about it, there will be an endless river of women who walk a similar path to mine.

Many times I’ve carefully considered all the events that turned my world completely upside down and brought me to this moment. Then, my mind turns toward where I am now and what I have to face; imagining all the possible outcomes, rehearsing my part over and over again, making lists, writing the steps down again and again, double and triple checking everything. The comfort I draw from preparation is fleeting as the day finally is upon me.

Everything I love is being scrutinized and threatened in the most public of forums, the US Congress. The pit of sin and perversion that stretches across the entire globe disguised as a democracy.

No one is ever interested in anything about you until you find success in some form. Then, everyone wants their piece, all while pretending they have a right to their share of your hard work.

The destruction of something beautiful can appear so entertaining.

Yet, even this is temporary. I will endure. The Program will continue. The Bond must remain.