About the book: year / Every day was similar to the previous one. Every day I hated myself. There were traces of his lust on my body, the bastard who breaks me day after day, poisoning my soul with his poison, tormenting my body. Vitar couldn't do this to me. He wouldn't sell me to that BEAST. I couldn't believe it, not him. This is simply a terrible mistake. Every new day made my faith shatter on sharp stones. I was drowning in an abyss of pain and humiliation. The ancients turned their backs on me. I thought things couldn't get any worse, but how wrong I was.…