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Do you not know by now you are a slave girl? What do you expect—girl—slave girl! It can be unsettling, of course, to understand that you can be stolen, that you are the sort of thing which can be subject to theft. "I hope to come into the keeping of a personal master," said one of the girls. "I, too," said another. Foolish girls! Did they not know they were being stolen? But sometimes, I thought, suddenly, perhaps it is not so bad to be, say, a stolen horse. Who knew to what new stable one might be taken? Perhaps it is not so bad to be a stolen slave, sometimes, I thought. Who knew to what new chains one might be taken? Was it not even said that occasionally free women, lonely and miserable, their most profound needs unsatisfied, desperate for love, frequented high, lonely bridges at night, putting themselves in peril of capture and enslavement? Surely a slave girl would not dare to do such a thing, for it might displease a feared and hated master. And was it not said, as well, that sometimes the free woman, before daring to embark upon so perilous a venture, would remove her sandals, loosen her hair and don the tunic of a slave, that she might appear the more to the roving tarnsman or raider a man's dream of pleasure, the female slave? But men do not enjoy being tricked. - (Slave Girl of Gor)