I met him on the hardest assignment of all I’d ever carried out. Success of my mission—and my life depended on strict adherence to instructions and rules. He was only a slave, placed at my disposal by the will of fate. What should you do when, right before your eyes, a real living person suffers? What do you do when following the instructions becomes too difficult? Because I, too, am a living person.
I ended up with her as an powerless slave—almost forgetting myself. Six endless years I only dreamed of freedom, but escaping with Tarina was impossible. In a world of established matriarchy, a male slave—former free—has nothing ahead. Such people don’t get released; they show the full extent of human cruelty against the backdrop of permissiveness. The masters can’t be trusted; they can only pretend and enjoy power. The masters can’t open up either, even when they crave something as simple as human warmth. But after all, I’m also a living person.
This book is about true masculinity, about kindness despite reason, about love without conditions, and about what it means to be human.