PrologueAnya thinks she must be crazy for agreeing to something as insane as this, but she wants it so badly that her teeth aches. Some nights, her body burns from the inside out, thinking of how good it would feel to finally submit, to just let it happen.
Two months after her eighteenth birthday, she quits her job, buys a one-way ticket to the city and finds her way to the Agency where they can make it come true.
The rules are simple, but they still made her sign hundreds of forms and made her repeat the rules back to them dozens of times, cameras from every angle recording her repeating that yes, she wants this, no, no one is forcing her into this, and yes, she knows what safe words are.
Red for stop everything.
Yellow if she needs a break or is uncertain.
Green for- well. She doesn
