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I was cold from the river, and in pain, given how I must hold my body to access the narrow plate of air between the water and the ceiling of the cage. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #732)

I think it was that of one of the assistants to the dealer. My ill-fated interview with the portly fellow in white and yellow, or gold, had taken place rather early, in the morning, not long after the tarpaulins had been removed from our cages, and our simple needs had been attended to. Toward noon, my misery was intense. I was cold from the river, and in pain, given how I must hold my body to access the narrow plate of air between the water and the ceiling of the cage. Often I had to spit out water. Then, a bit after noon, I shrieked with horror, for something, long, and snakelike, had slid between the bars and brushed across my body. "Help! Help!" I cried. - (Plunder of Gor)