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| 3 | 161 | How I hated him! How he View more quotes about kept">kept me on my knees to him. |
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| 3 | 158 | I could smell the roasting meat. |
| 3 | 159 | I was hungry. |
| 3 | 160 | In the confines of the camp my captor had continued to restrict my feeding to his degrading handouts, which he would place in my mouth, or make me reach for, kneeling, not using my hands. |
| 3 | 161 | How I hated him! How he kept me on my knees to him. |
| 3 | 162 | How I hated him! And yet he was the most magnificently attractive man I had ever seen. |
| 3 | 163 | I hoped he would let me have a scrap of the roast meat. |
| 3 | 164 | How relieved I had been on the trek that he had not abused me, not used me for his pleasure, as would have been so easy, I, his helpless, naked captive. |