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I am not being beaten! Has your joke, clever master, turned out badly? I cannot read your expression. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #615)

You have done this to me, she thought. You have made me like this! Oh, I was always a slave, yes, doubtless, but it was you who forced me to reveal it! You, then, it was who forced me to acknowledge myself, who forced me to show myself as what I truly am! Surely a woman is entitled to this privacy! Surely she is entitled to conceal this truth! But on Gor, of course, a slave girl is permitted no such thing. She must be herself, openly, publicly, as innocently and unapologetically as the rhythm of her breathing, the beating of her heart, as innocently and unapologetically as the scar of her brand and the metal of her collar! Why did you come to see me, she thought, dancing. I am not being beaten! Has your joke, clever master, turned out badly? I cannot read your expression. It is dark there, and you conceal your feelings well. I think you do want me, in spite of what you pretend. How long have you been there? Well, then, see your Ellen! Despise me if you will. - (Prize of Gor)