| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 17 | 614 | "The View more quotes about street">Street of the Writhing Slave," she said. |
| 17 | 615 | "Writhe, Slave," I said. |
| 17 | 616 | "Yes, Master," she said. |
| 17 | 617 | * * * * It was an Ahn later. |
| 17 | 618 | She lay beside me, pressing her softness against me, kissing at my arm, my shoulder and chest, softly, piteously. |
| 17 | 619 | "Very well," I said. |
| 17 | 620 | "Oh, yes, Master!" she breathed. |