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I did not want to live the rest of my life in ankle chains, my throat locked in a high collar, of weighty iron, with points. - (Conspirators of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #104)

"I am a slave," I said. It occurred to me an instant later that I might have claimed to be a free woman, and thus, suitably, to be freed. Might I have confused or deluded him? Would he even understand these things? I would not have dared such a stratagem with a native Gorean, of course, even in my terror, for fear of the frightful consequences attendant on being discovered in such a deception. I did not want to live the rest of my life in ankle chains, my throat locked in a high collar, of weighty iron, with points. How one would long then for a common collar, and the simple exposure of a common tunic! "Yes," he said. But of course I was a slave, and must be understood as such by the beast. I wore no collar, true, for the collar of the gambling house had been removed, but the slave mark was in my thigh, small, lovely, obvious, unmistakable. - (Conspirators of Gor)