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Angeline’s life in her small hometown was already stained long before she ever heard of Fleetless. Quiet and overlooked as a teenager, she discovered that her small body and soft face attracted a certain type of attention. What started as clumsy encounters quickly turned into something darker. Local groups of young men began using her regularly. She was taken to unfinished houses, cheap boarding rooms, and the backs of cars. They gangbanged her, forced her to her knees, and eventually introduced her to scat. She cried the first few times. Then she stopped crying. Then she started craving it. By the time she was twenty, Angeline had accepted that she was the kind of girl men used and forgot. The only thing that still made her feel alive was the smell of a man’s body — especially after he had been sweating. That fetish grew stronger than anything else. Everything changed the night she watched a live video of Fleetless. The moment the camera focused on John, the tattooed guitarist with the cold eyes and arrogant posture, something inside her locked into place. She spent weeks falling deeper. She read every rumor: the girls he had gotten pregnant and abandoned, the way he humiliated groupies, the stories about his extreme tastes. Instead of being horrified, she became desperate to experience it herself. She packed a single bag, lied to her parents about studying in the city, and boarded a night bus to Jakarta with two friends who were just as damaged as she was. Her only goal was to get close to John and the rest of Fleetless. She was willing to wait outside venues for hours, wear the most revealing clothes she owned, and offer her body without condition. In her mind, the worst thing John could do to her was still better than being ignored by him.