Crows Murder

After a hard life, where I had everything and lost everything within the blink of an eye, I promised myself never to get in that position again. No obligations to others, just me and the caste I serve. I have worked hard to maintain myself, trained with the best and killed even my best friend to keep that promise.

Now after some years I have found myself breaking a promise when I look at the place next to my boot. Two slave girls equal and yet so different, each unique and marvelous. Both owned by me and with that there is this obligation of looking out for them. Eventhough mere beasts I am still aware that they are far more close then my tarn ever will be. They are still women with their gentleness, their care and perhaps if I dare to say love.

Perhaps this awareness makes me a less Gorean man, perhaps makes me even weak eventhough many will see me as the heartless and mercyless killer. Both views are true and yet as if they were black and white.

When I see them struggle in their slavery … they reflect me in my own struggle of being a Master.

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