| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 49 | 87 | "I View more quotes about love">love Master!" she suddenly wept. |
| 49 | 88 | "With what love?" I asked. |
| 49 | 89 | "With the deepest and most profound of loves," she said, "the helpless, abject love of a slave!" I took her by the hair, my hand tight in its rich, dark, glossy loveliness. |
| 49 | 90 | "Hurt me," she said. |
| 49 | 91 | "Show me that I am a slave, and that you own me". |
| 49 | 92 | She winced. |
| 49 | 93 | I relaxed my grip. |