Ágata, Slave's Apprentice

19 years. Lovely. And crazy.

Antisocial and borderline personality disorder.

She drank. She smoked. And she was taking drugs.

But what could you expect?

Orphan. Alone. rejected.

Foster homes mi *rda all her life.

She was still alive by sheer inertia.

And then she met him. Adam.

Meter ninety. Steel abs.

Spotless suit. Tie. Briefcase.

And look at being a God on Earth.

Ágata just wanted to lick his shoes.

But she had come in for a coffee.

And as a good waitress, she obeyed her.

And she left her phone number on the receipt.

It didn't take long for her to call her. It was perfect.

Ágata begged to be her apprentice.

Her Slave Apprentice.

He accepted.

This is her story.