[Mia: A Power Exchange Story](https://www.wattpad.com/1302798090-mia-a-power-exchange-story-welcome)
**Part I: Mia in Training**
My thumb tapped over my screen. Chapter 11. Week two writing five thousand words a day, falling asleep to images of my characters and waking to their dialogue.
I didn’t notice the sunset fighting through the swirling silver clouds. Or that my train stopped for five minutes on the Manhattan bridge. Or the person next to me, snooping.
At DeKalb Ave, slender fingers with short, yellow nails placed a purple sticky note on my phone. The note-giver disappeared into the crowd of people leaving the train. But through the subway window, I marked her yellow nails as she turned and looked at me.
A yellow mask covered half her face. A black baseball cap hid dark hair. Her body was drowning in a yellow raincoat.
And her eyes. The color of dark sand. Set deep, sharpened by dark, heavy brows, one scarred in half. Long, fishtailed eyeliner.
The train screeched away.
“Dear Gideon, I’d like to be your Mia.” the note said.
Mia. Mia in the black, leather collar. Mia eating from Gideon’s hand. Mia cleaning dishes by hand then scrubbing the floor on her knees. Mia tied up and left on the ground for the night.