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"Each time," she said, "you have treated me more cruelly, granted me fewer privileges, been harsher with me!" "The better to accustom you to your bondage," said he, "slave girl". - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #108)

The bars were somewhat narrow, one supposes, with that half inch or so in thickness, but they were fully and perfectly adequate for holding a female. It was not unlike the sort used by many hunters in the field, in their base camp, for the temporary confinement of their catches. There was no straw in the cage, but she had been permitted to retain her blanket. "Each time," she said, "you have treated me more cruelly, granted me fewer privileges, been harsher with me!" "The better to accustom you to your bondage," said he, "slave girl". "Do you not like me, Master?" she asked. She looked at him, trying to read in his visage some glimmering of emotion, some small sign of his feelings. He had brought her to this world, he had remembered her, he had made her his slave. - (Prize of Gor)