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I wanted to scream in rage, in frustration. - (Vagabonds of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #282)

Too, I feared tharlarion, though now, in the heat of the day, many might be somnolent, in the water, mostly submerged, or on bars, at the water's edge, perhaps half hidden in the rence. I clenched my fists in the manacles, bound at my waist. There was suddenly a thrashing almost at my side, and I felt a large body move past me. I wanted to scream in rage, in frustration. The stoppage of the gag, however, even had I chosen to scream, would have permitted me only the tiniest of noises, little more than the customary, tiny, helpless whimpers to which one who wears such a device is ordinarily limited. I began to cut with the hood against the forward edge of the raft. This I did in the area of the gag strap, beneath the hood, on the right, that I might, as far as it might prove possible, protect my face. - (Vagabonds of Gor)