From the first moment I saw you in the slave market, I fell in love with you, my master.
I won't use any of the money you gave me to buy my freedom. I am willing to wear heavy shackles because I love you.
I still remember that the first order you gave me was "wash yourself clean and stop being so smelly".
A master will never fall in love with his slave. That is why you are worthy of my love.
I don't want your last command to me to be "forget about me and leave."
I love you, my master.
Intention: Is love really without reason?