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How misplaced and foolish then seemed my resentment, my petulance, my pride! Such luxuries belonged to free women, not to such as I. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #658)

I looked carefully, as carefully as I could in the light, at the large, blond, shaggy-haired fellow, whom I found, after my master, the most attractive male in the camp. It had been he who had first taken Eta, when, the night before I was branded, I had watched her perform, bound, belled and hooded, in the same cruel sport in which I this evening had been so humiliatingly victimized, treated as though I might be only a slave. I, treated as though I might be only a slave! But did I think I was any longer free? But, of course, that was what I now was, a slave, only a slave. How misplaced and foolish then seemed my resentment, my petulance, my pride! Such luxuries belonged to free women, not to such as I. Tears of helpless frustration stained my cheeks. I was no longer free! I looked at him. There was not a stain of dust on his tunic. - (Slave Girl of Gor)