| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 10 | 1315 | "I hate you!" I said. |
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| 10 | 1312 | I View more quotes about pressed">pressed myself against him, my fingers clawing into the laundry I carried. |
| 10 | 1313 | "Interesting," he said. |
| 10 | 1314 | "I suspect our barbarian slut is now just another well-oiled, nicely lubricated, juicing slave". |
| 10 | 1315 | "I hate you!" I said. |
| 10 | 1316 | "You might do for a paga tavern," he said. |
| 10 | 1317 | How I hated him, but might he not be my master? I knew I was ready, open, wet, gaping, and a master's. |
| 10 | 1318 | "Yes," he said, "you are red-silk". |