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I wished to go where I might not be known, where I would be only another collared girl, another wench in bondage, anonymous in her submission and degradation. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #459)

I could be lonely, and hunger for his touch, his mouth, his words, his hand on mine, but I knew he lived, so I could not be truly sad. How could I be sad when somewhere he was proud and alive, and free, doubtless once again bold and violent, fighting, raiding, feasting with his cup companions and his beautiful slaves. "Sell me, Master," I once begged Bosk, for I did not wish to remain in the house where I had so nearly committed so great a crime. I wished to go where I might not be known, where I would be only another collared girl, another wench in bondage, anonymous in her submission and degradation. "You have work in the kitchen," had said Bosk of Port Kar. I had returned to the kitchen. * * * * It is time now for me to conclude this narrative. - (Captive of Gor)