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She moaned. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #159)

Did they not know she was a person? Did they think that she was an object, an animal on display? "Begin," said the young man. Hesitantly, frightened, she began. "As I told you," warned the young man in English. She moaned. He would have nothing less than that she attempt to honestly and forthrightly make clear to those in the room what she had taught for many years, what her colleagues in the movement expected of her, what she had been commended for, the views on which her standing, reputation and prestige had been founded, the sorts of things she had abundantly published, in journals created specifically to accommodate and broadcast such views, the ideology to which she had, in effect, given her life. Occasionally he helped her with a word in Gorean; occasionally he prompted her, reminding her of this or that, for clearly he wanted her to express her position as forcibly and plausibly as the subject matter might admit. He asked her upon occasion to move about. - (Prize of Gor)