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Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)

It is they who will decide whether or not I will be given a sip of water, a bit of straw on which to sleep, a blanket to clutch about myself against the cold, a soiled rag with which to cover myself, if even they see fit to permit me clothing. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #1210)
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17 1210 It is they who will decide View more quotes about whether">whether or not I will be given a sip of water, a bit of straw on which to sleep, a blanket to clutch about myself against the cold, a soiled rag with which to cover myself, if even they see fit to permit me clothing.

Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)

Chapter # Sentence # Quote
17 1207 How wondrously strange that makes me feel.
17 1208 It is they, not I, who will decide if I am to be fed or not.
17 1209 It is they who will decide if I will be given a bowl of gruel or a crust of bread.
17 1210 It is they who will decide whether or not I will be given a sip of water, a bit of straw on which to sleep, a blanket to clutch about myself against the cold, a soiled rag with which to cover myself, if even they see fit to permit me clothing.
17 1211 I am dependent upon them—even for my collar and chains! No longer am I independent, she thought.
17 1212 I am now dependent, totally dependent, on men, on masters, in all ways.
17 1213 I am theirs, she sobbed.
How wondrously strange that makes me feel. It is they, not I, who will decide if I am to be fed or not. It is they who will decide if I will be given a bowl of gruel or a crust of bread. It is they who will decide whether or not I will be given a sip of water, a bit of straw on which to sleep, a blanket to clutch about myself against the cold, a soiled rag with which to cover myself, if even they see fit to permit me clothing. I am dependent upon them—even for my collar and chains! No longer am I independent, she thought. I am now dependent, totally dependent, on men, on masters, in all ways. I am theirs, she sobbed. - (Prize of Gor)