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Would it not have been more merciful if they had lashed me? I was no longer on the wagon chain, nor were Jane or Eve. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 18, Sentence #816)

* * * * I looked up, at the stone channel of the aqueduct, some hundred feet over my head. Such structures are majestic, the products of, to me, almost incomprehensible feats of engineering, and I had wanted to express my wonder and awe at them, their size and massiveness, their efficiency, their beauty, the loveliness of the sky and mountains behind them, but I was not permitted to speak. How helpless and alone, how miserable, one soon is, if placed in the modality of the mute slave! He in whose care I was, and the others, the free persons, ignored me. Would it not have been more merciful if they had lashed me? I was no longer on the wagon chain, nor were Jane or Eve. They, at least, were kind to me, and spoke to me, though I could not speak back. They no longer spoke of running away. The country now was lonely. - (Conspirators of Gor)