Amora shrank back slightly at Midnight's accusation, though it was true. It hurt like crazy. "I-I wasn't trying to lie...I just...." she paused, trying to think of the right words to say, but her master didn't have time for excuses. He didn't care.<br/><br/>The girl felt rather useless just sitting there, watching her master do the work. "Oh and next time, don't leave my house without me knowing. Stuff like that will get you killed, and I have no problem affording another slave, I just don't feel like breaking in another one." Amora gave a quick, nervous nod.<br/><br/>But, there was one thing troubling her: why did those men attack her? She wasn't doing anything, and they tried to kidnap her! She found it very strange, but she didn't know demons' desires and wants, and messing with humans may have been the preferred thing to do.<br/><br/>She curled up again, putting a hand over her stomach to suppress its roaring at the delicious smell of stew. There was little point in hoping; Amora was probably going to get bones to chew on, like a pet would, while the demons got the good food. She just had to stay there, and be good, not talking back to Master Midnight, not trying to eat the stew at all, just lying there. Her eyelids drooped, and she let out a sigh as she sank into slumber. All this excitement had worn her out. She looked so calm, so peaceful while she rested, almost as if she wasn't some demon's pet.