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Someone must have said something to Gart, perhaps one of the guards, one who might have observed the girls at night, sleeping, chained by the neck, in their bins. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #401)

She then felt her body, her hair in his grip, his left hand on her left knee, bent backward, until she was helpless before him; the "slave bow," as the expression is, of her vulnerable, owned beauty thusly exhibited for his attention, or assessment. "Yes," he said, rather more to himself than to her, or another, "you are pretty". She was thrilled, but a little frightened, to hear this. Someone must have said something to Gart, perhaps one of the guards, one who might have observed the girls at night, sleeping, chained by the neck, in their bins. Or perhaps one of the kitchen staff, who ladled gruel into the shallow depressions in the bins. Gart released her and stood up. Instantly Ellen went to first obeisance position. - (Prize of Gor)