“I won you in a poker game when you were ten. But by the time you were old enough to be my slave, my son had fallen in love with you. And then you got pregnant with his child.” He sighs as if disappointed. “If I would have taken you to be my slave, he would have fought me for you, and although he would have never won, it was just easier to let you go. Until I found out that he had you. And that you were his slave.”
