Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 16 | 517 | How cruel the View more quotes about masters">Masters, she thought. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 16 | 514 | She scrutinized the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her master. |
| 16 | 515 | Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not. |
| 16 | 516 | Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave. |
| 16 | 517 | How cruel the Masters, she thought. |
| 16 | 518 | How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd. |
| 16 | 519 | It frightened her, particularly as one of them might turn about, and see her, or pause to look upon her, to think that she, as a slave, might be bought or sold. |
| 16 | 520 | My master, Mirus of Ar, could sell me, if he wished, she thought. |
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She scrutinized the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her master.
Might that not be he, near the stall of kettles, lamps and pans? No, it was not.
Perhaps he had, unbeknownst to her, sent an agent, who even now was merrily reporting to him on the success of his joke, the jest he was cruelly playing on his helpless slave.
How cruel the Masters, she thought.
How much we are at their mercy! She saw men in the crowd.
It frightened her, particularly as one of them might turn about, and see her, or pause to look upon her, to think that she, as a slave, might be bought or sold.
My master, Mirus of Ar, could sell me, if he wished, she thought.
- (Prize of Gor)