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My hand closed on her wrist and she cried out in pain, the goad falling to the floor, rolling. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #606)

"Die!" she screamed, hurling herself toward me, striking with the goad. I dropped the doll, spun and managed to catch her wrist as she struck downward with the burning goad. She screamed out in frustration, weeping. My hand closed on her wrist and she cried out in pain, the goad falling to the floor, rolling. I hurled her some feet across the room and retrieved the goad; it had stopped rolling and now, burning, had begun to sink through the stone. I rotated the dial back to its minimal charge and then flicked it off. I let the goad, on its leather strap, dangle from my left wrist and then I went to the doll and picked it up. - (Assassin of Gor)