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Among these visitors, and citizens of Brundisium, too, she knew, would be slavers, professional slavers. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 21, Sentence #72)

There was a rope on her ankle. She was mere property! She was slave! How she was looking forward to the opportunity to clean her body, after the heat, the dust, the coffle! There was to be a festival camp, celebrating yet another victory of invincible Cos. Merchants, dignitaries, soldiers, travelers, artisans, peddlers, tradesmen, citizens, peasants, villagers, townspeople and others were all making their way into the vicinity of the city, some setting up tents and camps, others renting space either within the city, or about the walls. Among these visitors, and citizens of Brundisium, too, she knew, would be slavers, professional slavers. These were men who dealt shrewdly in wares such as she. She trembled, thinking of the sales block, the eager, virile, possessive, bidding men, the whips, of being exhibited dramatically, specifically, callously, in intimate detail, rawly, as the lovely, helpless merchandise she was. She trembled, yes. - (Prize of Gor)