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| 39 | 180 | View more quotes about below">Below, Dorna was writhing and screaming. |
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| 39 | 177 | It might be pleasant to have her at my feet, weeping and begging to please me, in the way of what she is, a worthless, miserable slave". |
| 39 | 178 | Florian then removed his hand from my hair. |
| 39 | 179 | "Look well," he said. |
| 39 | 180 | Below, Dorna was writhing and screaming. |
| 39 | 181 | "After this," said Florian, "she will be well primed for the powders". |
| 39 | 182 | "It burns, Masters!" wept Dorna. |
| 39 | 183 | "Have mercy! Beat me! Lash me! But free me of the ropes! Cut away the cloths! I beg it! It hurts! It hurts! It burns! It burns!" "Perhaps you are now docile, and are prepared to be cooperative?" asked Miles. |