Promised. Spring M.

Work-house work. The authorities are bad, the customers are opening their hands, someone began to pursue, and it seems to me that until the morning I would not live. And this is only the beginning of my working week... And not only do I do not belong to myself, they also try to share. The body was promised to one, the soul to the other, the heart is generally the third. And I want to be a whole, and my own. But as if the opinion of an ordinary person will be taken into account if the highest demons, one impudent incubus, have to wait for help only from a mysterious patron. My name is Kenna. And this is my story.