In a harsh world where strength ruled, Brendan killed those he was paid to kill. He felt some sympathy for them, but in the end, he had problems of his own and his choices were limited. The war had ended, as he made plans to leave the fallen city, a young man caught his eye. The beautiful boy stared from his cage with a ferocity that left Brendan breathless. He had to have him. With his city in ruins and his family scattered, Lorne didn't have much to live for. To make things worse, he found himself sold off to a foreign soldier. A man who looked at him with unbridled lust. How far would Lorne have to fall in order to survive? Was survival even worth it when everything else was lost?