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She was terrified to think of herself as a helpless slave at the mercy of such men, Gorean males, at the mercy of such virile, severe, demanding, untamed, bestial predators, and she realized that, in that desperate predicament, she would be choiceless, absolutely so, that she would be the vulnerable, helpless object of powerful, uncompromising, unbridled lust, and that she must assuage and serve it with all her embonded loveliness, instantly, perfectly, unquestioningly. How I hate him, she thought. Soon I will be rid of him! Excellent! And I will have a new slavery and new masters. Splendid! And she recalled how she had been muchly pleased to keep him at a distance, how amused she had been that he might burn with need, writhe with desire. Tears sprang to her eyes. Then she saw his eyes were upon her, and she smiled, smugly, and tossed her head, insolently. Burn, she thought, Selius Arconious, burn! You will never have me! Suffer! Suffer! Burn! Burn! She saw he looked upon her with fury. - (Prize of Gor)