Black women are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving wind as punishment for their transgressions. The second layer of Hell is where the loose women go; they are black, poor, forgotten, necks marked with fingertips, faces black and blue, dresses ripped, slashes abound, holes in heads, blood...there’s always blood. Black women aren't protected here just as they aren't in the real world. Their bodies are only for the pleasure and entertainment of others. Maybell was killed by her lover, who now taunts her, for it is his bidding. When an unexpected, and forbidden love, blossoms between Maybell and a fiddler player, who sold his soul to the Devil to fiddle better than any man, the need to escape propels them on a journey of self love and discovering what "true" loving is.