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If I were free, I might hide, slip away, change identities, be in any one of a thousand cities, be untraceable. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #587)

Surely I must win my freedom! How terrifying to be what I was, a slave! I was in a collar! I was owned! Was this not horrifying, that I might be silked, or stripped, or bound, that I must serve without question, and in all ways? They must free me! I must be freed! I must have my freedom! I deserved it! I had done well! Indeed, Aurelion, my very master, had said that, that I had done well! Surely I might now be freed! "What is it, Yata?" asked Aurelion, proprietor of the Chatka and Curla, my master. Too, of course, if Clitus Vitellius should somehow regain his freedom, unlikely though that might be, I had little doubt that he would remember the girl who had betrayed him. And I did not doubt but what, as he had said, a warrior's vengeance is not a light thing. If I were free, I might hide, slip away, change identities, be in any one of a thousand cities, be untraceable. As a slave I must await him at the Chatka and Curla, fearing each stranger who might enter, fearing it might be he. Must I await him here, like a silken, caressable verr, unable to flee, observed in the day, chained at night? And if I were sold it might not be hard to track me, from master to master, by means of slave papers, merchants' records, and so on. Goreans tend to keep track of their properties, verr, kaiila, slaves, and such. - (Slave Girl of Gor)