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She looked well in bonds. - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #1137)

When will it be? You will not know. Will you fear to enter a room alone, or a corridor unescorted, for fear someone may be there, waiting? Will you fear dark places, or shadows? Will you fear high bridges, and roofs, and promenades, because you fear the loop of a tarnsman tightening on your body, dragging you into the sky, his capture? Will you fear even your own chambers, perhaps even to open the portals of your own wardrobe, for fear someone might be waiting? Will you fear to remove your clothing, for fear someone, somehow, somewhere, might see? Will you fear to enter the bath, for fear you might be surprised there? Will you fear to sleep, I wonder, knowing that someone might come to you in the night, that you might waken suddenly to the gag, and helplessness?" I looked down at her. There were tears in her eyes, over the gag. She looked well in bonds. She was a pretty slave. "Let us go," I said to Marcus. We then left the room. - (Magicians of Gor)