| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 9 | 233 | "View more quotes about kill">Kill him!" Then she screamed with pain, throwing back her head, as the lash of the five-strap Gorean slave whip cut into her back. |
| 9 | 234 | "Dance, Slave!" commanded the proprietor, her Master. |
| 9 | 235 | She, terrified, fled to the sand, with a jangling of her chains, and jewels and metal droplets, and stood there, tears in her eyes, knees flexed, arms lifted over her head. |
| 9 | 236 | "Play!" cried the proprietor to the musicians. |
| 9 | 237 | He cracked the whip once again. |
| 9 | 238 | They began to play, and the girl, once more, danced. |
| 9 | 239 | I looked upon her, and looked, as well, from face to face in that crowded, noisy, poorly lit room, filled with men laughing and drinking. |