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And then, somehow, against all obstacles, I would make her mine, mine own. I would own her, nor would I be gentle with the slave. She owed me much. Yes, I vowed, if she were a slave, I would have her in my collar! And she would soon then well know herself a slave! I would treat her, the desirable little slut, and slave, with a ruthlessness and a power that would become legendary in Victoria! I then could no longer deny it. I wanted Miss Beverly Henderson—and in the fullest and most perfect way a man could want a woman—as a slave! I wanted her to be mine, to be owned by me, to be my actual property, socially, culturally, legally, to be mine completely, mine to command, mine to do with as I pleased, mine to buy and sell, to give away, if I chose. This was not Earth, with its negativities, confusions, refusals, entanglements and hypocrisies! This was not Earth. This world was no stranger to the glories and honesties of human nature. - (Rogue of Gor)