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I did not even much care that I might spend the rest of my life as an abject slave, abused on a rence island, the sport of a girl or children, the butt of the cruelty and jests of men. - (Raiders of Gor, Chapter 4, Sentence #80)

I had lived a lie with myself and then, in my own eyes, and in those of others, I had been found out. I had chosen ignominious bondage to the freedom of honorable death. I now knew the sort of thing I was, and in my worthless heart it so sickened me that I did not much care now whether I lived or died. I did not even much care that I might spend the rest of my life as an abject slave, abused on a rence island, the sport of a girl or children, the butt of the cruelty and jests of men. Such, doubtless, was deserved. How could I face free men again, when in my own heart I could not even face myself? It was hot, and the coils of marsh vine about my throat were hot. Beneath the coils my neck was red, and slippery with sweat and dirt. - (Raiders of Gor)