Amon's POV
It had already been three long years since I last saw my mother.
That time apart… it was all because of me. My own carelessness had led to it. I got caught by a group of slavers, and just like that, I was torn away from her.
I blamed myself over and over. I was foolish—stupid even. Back then, I didn't think there'd be any way to crawl out of that nightmare.
I was young. Too young. Born and raised in the demon world, I didn't understand how things worked outside. I was naïve about everything. I didn't know what to do, how to act, or even how to protect myself. That ignorance almost cost me everything.
At that time, I thought my life was already over.
But then—he appeared.
The man who would become my Master. The one and only person I would willingly serve until the end of my days.
If he hadn't saved me, I know what kind of fate would've awaited me. I would've been forced to be some cruel bastard's maid, or worse—sold as nothing more than a sex slave.
