Nefretiri
I hate this ring.
It might seem like an irrational emotion for a piece of jewelry, but I've felt that way since the first day I was forced to put it on. It didn't matter how beautiful or expensive everyone said it was. I dreaded having to slide it back on. Unfortunately, this was one of the things I couldn't get around. If any of the family saw me without it, they were quick to tell Ricky, and no one would save me from his wrath. One of the best days was when Melissa noticed how the metal cut off my circulation because I was retaining water from my pregnancy, and she had her mother take it from me.
That's when Ricky gave me the other ring. It was a poorer and larger version, but I still didn't like it. Whenever I was alone in New Mexico, I took it off so I didn't feel suffocating. I used to think my inner demons and fears of an abusive marriage made me do that. Now, I know the truth.
They were both embedded with evil magic.
