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"Please, please," she screamed, "do not hurt me! Do not hurt me! Please, Sirs, do not hurt me!" How she addressed the Kurii as "Sirs"! She had perhaps never even used that expression of the males of her world, but now it came from her in her terror, addressed not to men but to these fanged, clustered beasts looking down upon her. - (Kur of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #221)

She will be eaten, thought Cabot. The container was tilted further, and shaken, and the brunette, screaming piteously, was tumbled out onto the metal flooring of the hallway. She rolled to her back and lay there, looking up at the beasts gathered about her. "Please, please," she screamed, "do not hurt me! Do not hurt me! Please, Sirs, do not hurt me!" How she addressed the Kurii as "Sirs"! She had perhaps never even used that expression of the males of her world, but now it came from her in her terror, addressed not to men but to these fanged, clustered beasts looking down upon her. Did she think they would understand what she said? Doubtless not, but surely her terror, her plaintive mien might be intelligible, perhaps even to a lion or larl! But did she think her pleas might move such beasts, prepared to feed? Cabot struggled, but could not free himself. He thought she looked well on her back, in what is referred to as the "capture position". In this position, the captive locked in the arms of the captor, the captor can assess and enjoy the least nuance of expression in the captive's countenance. - (Kur of Gor)