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"I hate him!" Ellen was furious. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #222)

"He looked upon me as an animal," she thought. "In his eyes I was no more than a tethered beast!" Then she recalled, angrily, that that was all she was, in truth, a beast, an animal, a domestic animal, a small, sleek, exquisite, curvaceous domestic animal, who might be bought and sold. "I hate him!" she thought. "I hate him!" Ellen was furious. "He might have been looking upon any slave," she thought. "How pathetic and miserable to be a slave! How glorious it would be to be free, so that I might tantalize and taunt him, that I might make him suffer, that I might make him miserable, that I might punish and torment him, if only with the glimpse of an ankle, with all the cleverness and all the power, and all the impunity, of the secure, protected free woman! But I am a slave! Such things are denied me! I cannot behave in such ways. I cannot do such things! Men have decided to own me, and will do so!" "I hate him! I hate him!" she thought. - (Prize of Gor)