Apoema loved serving in Potira tribe. He was as closer to a free man as he could ever be.
Back in the Puris, he was constantly repairing, carrying weights and being nagged by the amazons into their bedrooms. Of course, he loved the attention…but a little romance would not hurt.
He had not expected much when they arrived to the plot of land. Surprisingly, it was a breathtaking view.
They lived in bliss there. Nobody could break into the territory without being seen. The tasks were few and he would have spare time to read, paint and make furniture.
Lately he noticed his body starting to ache. Apoema knew that soon he would be not as useful as he had been. Once the time arrived, he would be passing down his knowledge to the next master slave and retire.