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Yet I knew that I would not weaken, though I was sorely tempted to believe that she might be trusted, that the feelings she expressed were truly those she felt. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #211)

She stood, very much alone, in the center of the smooth plastic case, numb, not moving. There were tears in her eyes. I was forced to remind myself in no uncertain terms of the cleverness of this consummate actress, and how so many men had weakened to her insidious blandishments. Yet I knew that I would not weaken, though I was sorely tempted to believe that she might be trusted, that the feelings she expressed were truly those she felt. "Is this," I asked, "how you chained men to your slave ring?" "Oh Cabot," she moaned, "Cabot—" Saying nothing further I stepped outside. Vika shook her head slowly and numbly looked about herself disbelievingly—at the mat, the jar of water, the canisters along the wall. I reached up to slide the plastic door downward. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)