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It must be that of some sort of living thing, or things, she thought. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1113)

You had me sold as a low slave, from a common shelf, in a poor market, Mirus, she thought. You managed this thing well. In this area, despite its openness, there was a strong odor, which she did not recognize. It must be that of some sort of living thing, or things, she thought. A figure was then crouching before her, and she, in the hood, felt the leash removed from the leash ring, and, a moment later, the thong binding her wrists was removed. She had scarcely time to gratefully rub her wrists before she was rudely drawn by the left upper arm to her feet and taken to one side. There, as she stood, her hands were tied before her body, with a leather strap, and she heard a loop of strap strike above her, as though thrown over a beam. - (Prize of Gor)