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I think it may have been some stray sound, not even identified, which awakened me. I was at the wall, chained there again, by the left ankle. My hands, which had been unbound that I might serve, were now again bound behind my back. None of those whom I had served, deferentially, I naked, collared, head down, at their very elbows, those morose, black-tunicked men, had so much as touched me. No hand had stolen forth to caress my flank, nor grip my hair, pulling me to them, if only to thrust their face to my throat, my hair about, to take in the scent of one whom they knew must serve them in any fashion they might desire, a female slave. I fear I served clumsily. They frightened me. - (Witness of Gor)