Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
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| 28 | 56 | She View more quotes about pressed">pressed the side of her face, sobbing, into the grass. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
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| 28 | 53 | She then, lying at his thigh, bit her lip, and choked back a sob. |
| 28 | 54 | Tears rushed through her lashes. |
| 28 | 55 | She rolled angrily, in frustration, away from him, and from the blanket, damp with dew. |
| 28 | 56 | She pressed the side of her face, sobbing, into the grass. |
| 28 | 57 | She felt the narrow, fibrous, cool, dawn-moist, living blades against her tear-streaked cheek. |
| 28 | 58 | He has not bound me, he has not shackled me, she thought. |
| 28 | 59 | Is he so arrogant, so sure of me! Perhaps I shall run away! I could show him! I could teach him not to take me for granted! Does he think I am a slave? But, alas, I am a slave! Let him awaken and find me gone! How he treats me! I do not want to be a slave! I am miserable! But where could I, a slave, run? Should I be lost in the grasslands, or be eaten by ravaging sleen? And I am tunicked, branded, collared! There is no escape for me on this world! There is no escape for the Gorean slave girl! If I were not eaten, or did not die of exposure, nor of thirst or starvation, I would be caught and acquired, if not by him, by another, like a stray kaiila. |
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She then, lying at his thigh, bit her lip, and choked back a sob.
Tears rushed through her lashes.
She rolled angrily, in frustration, away from him, and from the blanket, damp with dew.
She pressed the side of her face, sobbing, into the grass.
She felt the narrow, fibrous, cool, dawn-moist, living blades against her tear-streaked cheek.
He has not bound me, he has not shackled me, she thought.
Is he so arrogant, so sure of me! Perhaps I shall run away! I could show him! I could teach him not to take me for granted! Does he think I am a slave? But, alas, I am a slave! Let him awaken and find me gone! How he treats me! I do not want to be a slave! I am miserable! But where could I, a slave, run? Should I be lost in the grasslands, or be eaten by ravaging sleen? And I am tunicked, branded, collared! There is no escape for me on this world! There is no escape for the Gorean slave girl! If I were not eaten, or did not die of exposure, nor of thirst or starvation, I would be caught and acquired, if not by him, by another, like a stray kaiila.
- (Prize of Gor)