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A scat p*rn actress eats a man's sh*t with a knife and fork, "like a Michelin star restaurant." Her partner freezes his turds overnight so she can taste the difference. Her dentist told her to wait 3 hours before brushing. Her fiancé still has no idea what she does for a living.

She called an anonymous hotline and left a voicemail. She's a scat p*rn actress, she said, and she shoots with people all over the world. Her fiancé has no idea. In her words, he doesn't know she likes to play with and eat poop for a living.

She learned from a legend. She says there was a famous scat actress in Austria who pooped in a bowl every day and ate it, then worked her way up to other people's. It took her a full year before she could keep it down.

She started small. A finger, after her partner. The first time she really ate it, she got sick. She kept practicing anyway. Now? "I can eat a lot of human sh*t right now and my body's like, cool with it." And when it comes back out of her, that's the part she finds even more erotic. "I'm consuming this person's waste."

Why make it a job? Her answer is simple: "Don't eat sh*t for free."

She says she's obsessed with oral hygiene. So she told her dentist. He told her to wait at least three hours before brushing, because brushing causes microscopic tears and the particles could give her an infection. Mouthwash first, toothbrush later. One of the hosts says her dentist sounds like he eats sh*t too. She doesn't miss a beat. If he does, he could be one of her clients.

Then the menu. Her partner sh*ts on a plate and she eats it with a knife and fork, like fine dining. He froze turds from the day before and thawed them for her, because the texture and flavor are different. They shot a Michelin star restaurant scene. An omakase scene on sushi rice. And piss? "Yeah, I drink piss."

It's not without a price. Two and a half years ago she was smeared head to toe in three pounds of it, some got in her ear, and the infection almost ruptured her eardrum. She still can't wear AirPods for long. "If I was just doing it for money, after almost losing my hearing, I wouldn't be doing this."

She's going to marry a man who knows less about her than her dentist does.

Some people will say what she does for work is her business and nobody else's. Others will say no man should find out on his wedding night what's been in his wife's mouth.

Should she tell him before the wedding, or take it to the grave?

A client told Aundrea "I break women. I take them to my basement. You're too pretty for what I do to them." Men full of c*caine beat her in the VIP room and nobody came. Then she asked the guy she was dating why he was single. "I k*lled my girlfriend and threw her in the river."

Aundrea worked as a dancer in Ohio, and she says some of the men who came into her club felt like m*rderers. One night she was sitting on a guy's lap, just talking and having fun, when he told her she should get away from him. She asked why. "Because I break women." She asked what he meant. He said he takes them to his basement and breaks them, and that she was way too pretty for him to do to her what he normally does to them. She said "okay, well thanks" and walked away.

She says a lot of the men are into abusive stuff, the kind of guys who watch abusive p*rn. In the champagne room, security is supposed to be watching the cameras to make sure the girl is okay. But she's had men put her in a headlock, hit her, beat on her, and nobody came in to help. So she just waited until it was over, tried to stay on the other side of the room and keep distance between them. Most of the guys in that world are high on c*caine, with a lot of dr*gs going around. She never touched anything except weed.

Then it gets darker. She says she actually dated two men from that scene who she believes m*rdered their girlfriends. They were always around the club. One of them liked her and kept trying to get her alone. A friend asked her straight up: you know he m*rdered his girlfriend? Men around there would joke about k*lling their girlfriends and putting them in the Cuyahoga River. And women really were being found dead in that river.

She went over to his house thinking it would just be him. It was him and three of his friends. She didn't want them to see she was scared, so she tried to act normal and made small talk. She asked him why he was single. He said, "Because I k*lled my girlfriend and threw her body in the river." She said, "Okay, well, I'm gonna get ready to go," and she left.

And the men she feared most weren't always the criminals. She says you find politicians and police officers in strip clubs, and a nice portion of her clients were cops. Some of them have so much power that if they did something to you, they could get away with it.

One officer was a regular who became obsessed with her. She danced for him but never hooked up with him, because she was really scared of him. He wanted her number, so she told him she'd give it to him at the end of the night. At around 4 in the morning she got in her car, saw him sitting in his, and drove off hoping that was it. He followed her. A police officer chasing her down the street. At a red light he jumped out of his car, knocked on her window and said, "You said you were going to give me your phone number." She gave it to him, and he called it right there in front of her. She says she's glad she gave him her real number, because if it had been fake he would have been pissed.

Some people will say she should have walked out the first night a man told her he breaks women in his basement. Others will say she was just trying to survive a job where even the cops were the danger.

What scares you more: the man with the basement, or the cop who chased her at 4am?

Beatriz, 23, followed a 59-year-old to "see kangaroos" on an empty beach. He had a knife, hammer and rope. "Make it easy or I'm going to break your arm." He tore off her bikini. Her friend Lena found her naked. He said: "I just wanted to try her." Then he took the hammer to Lena.

A month before this, Lena watched Wolf Creek with a friend. The movie about a man who hunts backpackers in the Australian outback. She told him: "This is horrible, but it's not real."

A month later she was in it.

February 2016. Two 23-year-olds, Beatriz from Brazil and Lena from Germany, need a ride from Adelaide to Melbourne. Beatriz posts an ad on Gumtree.

Two men answer. The one she actually wanted cancels the night before. His car broke down.

So she calls her second option.

Roman Heinze. 59. 6'6.

Any red flags? Just one. He kept texting her "just be nice with me." She thought he was impatient.

What she didn't know: a month earlier his girlfriend Sylvia woke up with her hand already tied. He bit her. He forced her legs apart. He raped her, then rolled over and turned his back, leaving her lying there still tied up.

She never went to the police.

Salt Creek. Nobody for miles. He pitches a tent and tells Beatriz he saw kangaroo tracks behind the dunes.

Kangaroos? There were none.

What was in his hands? A knife. A hammer. Rope.

He grabs her from behind by the neck and throws her into the sand. For a second she thinks it's a joke.

Then he puts the knife down on the sand beside her and starts tying her ankles.

She throws the rope away. His answer: "Either you make it easy or I'm going to break your arm."

Then the bikini. Then the fists. "Shut up."

What was she thinking about? Not the pain. She says she didn't feel a single punch. She was picturing her mom flying across the world to identify her body.

"I felt like I was in a horror movie. You know the end. You don't need to watch till the end."

So how do you survive a 6'6 man in the middle of nowhere?

You tell him you want it too.

"You don't need to do this. Just ask me. We can go to the tent."

It almost works. He walks her toward the camp. A few steps away he changes his mind. And turns the other way.

She knows if he takes her any further, she's not coming back.

She screams once. Lena's name.

Over the wind and the waves, Lena hears it.

She finds Beatriz naked in the sand. Him standing over her. "Let her go!"

He turns around and says: "I just wanted to try her."

Like she was a sample.

Then he comes for Lena. She runs to the car for her phone. Behind her: "Yeah, get your f*cking bag."

She opens the door. The hammer hits the back of her head.

Her only thought: he's going to bury me in the sand.

She grabs for the hammer. He hits her three more times.

One more detail. Four years earlier, witnesses saw Roman at the only roadhouse near Salt Creek. With a young blonde backpacker.

Sylvia stayed silent. A month later he picked up two girls off Gumtree.

Was getting in that car naive, or could this have happened to any of us?

A stranger asked Riley for directions. Then he pulled her into his truck and tried to rape her. She fought back, so he hit her in the head with a pistol 6 or 7 times. Her skull cracked. She spent 5 days in a coma. Nobody came to visit. When she woke up, all she wanted was a hit.

Riley is 38. She was in the US Army for five years and did two tours. She's a nurse. For 17 years she was married and clean. A house with a white picket fence, front and back yards fenced in, three dogs, her kids, her granddaughter, cars, a job, money saved in the bank. "I had everything you could ask for."

The marriage was emotional torment. She broke, and she went straight back to crack. That was six or seven years ago. She's been on the streets of Baltimore ever since. "If I showed you pictures of who I used to be, you wouldn't even recognize me."

In the video below she talks about what happened two weeks ago.

What happened? A guy asked her for directions. He pulled her into his truck and tried to rape her. She put up a fight. You can see the stitches and the staples in her forehead.

How bad was it? She was on life support. A medically induced coma for five days, on a ventilator for five days. "When I first came to, all I wanted was a hit. Which is crazy, right?"

And now? She has a skull fracture. She's supposed to have surgery. She already has memory loss, and doctors say it could become permanent if she doesn't get it done. "And here I am smoking."

He hit her with the pistol six or seven times in the same spot on her skull. Detectives keep asking her who he is. She won't say. "You can't give out information like that. He got me. This is the way it is."

Three of her brothers are dead. When she woke up in the hospital, not a single person she knew came. "I'm useless and worthless. I'm an addict. I'm not a murderer. I need help."

Some people will say she had 17 clean years, a family and a career, and threw it all away for a pipe. Others will say a woman who wakes up from a coma alone and still craves a hit is not choosing anything anymore.

"This stuff has a hold on me."

What does it take for someone to wake up from a coma and go straight back to the pipe?

AK told her kids' father the truth. He came to her door and went live for 37 minutes yelling "cheater" while their kids screamed "daddy." Then, she says, he shot her in the head. The bullet ripped out through her eye. She was pregnant. Blind in both eyes, she raises 6 kids alone.

She's from Brockton, Massachusetts. Her children's father went to jail after a narcotics raid on their house. The surveillance showed she was just a mom minding her business. She wasn't charged.

While he was locked up she did everything. Letters, phone calls, visits, a full canteen. She raised the kids alone and bailed him out. But he kept getting angrier, kept demanding more. They split. She started seeing someone else.

Months later, when they were already on their third child together, he asked her straight out if it happened while he was inside. She told him the truth.

In the video below AK tells what that truth cost her.

What did he do first? He packed his stuff and left. Then around 5 or 6 that evening the FaceTimes started. He told her to open the door or he'd kick it in. She thought he was just talking. He took an Uber to her house and started kicking until the neighbor called the police. She opened the door before he broke it.

Then he went live on Facebook. "Look at the cheater!" For about 37 minutes. Their kids were running around behind her, her house a mess from the crystal and oils business she'd just started. Someone clipped it and put it on WorldStar. Within hours, 40,000, 50,000, then 75,000 views. "It's just never stopped from there."

And then? "I was actually shot." She calls him the alleged suspect, because there's a court case. A .40 caliber to the head. While she fought him off, the bullet missed her brain by about 2 centimeters, traveled across, and exited through her eye. She's completely blind now in both eyes. Three reconstructive surgeries on her face.

The doctors gave her a choice. Wait two weeks to see if any light or shadow came back, and risk staying disfigured. Or fix her face. She was pregnant, and her son never went into distress. She chose the surgery. "I would just rather have my son see me and just love me."

Today she raises six kids, 17 down to 4, without her sight. She cooks, cleans, does laundry, crochets, paints. "My children did not choose to have a father like that."

Some people will say she shouldn't have cheated while he was locked up. Others will say they'd already split up, and nothing anyone does earns a bullet to the head.

"My vision is gone, but not my vision."

Was the live stream or the bullet the worse thing he did to her?