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Then, one day, chained, writhing under his angry whip, she laughs and cries with joy, knowing that he is fighting his feelings for her. - (Fighting Slave of Gor, Chapter 7, Sentence #472)

You love him!" Let them hope, however, that despite their lowliness and unworthiness, as mere slaves, meaningless properties that may be bought and sold, that their diligence, their devotion and lengthy, attentive labors may win for them at last a grudging smile, a commendatory, half-reluctant, rough caress, a softening of viewpoint, and attitude. They know themselves as no more than his sleek, amorous beast, and pet, but, even so, can they not hope, even against hope, to attract his interest, to win a modicum of acceptance and affection? But, alas, he may care more his pet sleen than his lovely, collared she-beast. How often that is the case! But in the end he refuses to part with her, and would, she realizes, suddenly, to her astonishment, imperil his life to keep her at his feet. Then, one day, chained, writhing under his angry whip, she laughs and cries with joy, knowing that he is fighting his feelings for her. She knows then, in all her sensitivity and intelligence, that she, no more than a purchasable animal, has won his heart. But she is filled with trepidation. Balances are so delicate, and the weathers of love can be subtle in their seasons. - (Fighting Slave of Gor)