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Well then was I convinced of my condition, which was helpless, and slave. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #31)

I had no thought of running away. I was on the rope, and Hiza had her small spear, or javelin. Too, as I now understood, with much misery, the forest was dangerous, formidable, and lonely, and there was really nowhere to run. Well then was I convinced of my condition, which was helpless, and slave. Too, my chances of survival were much higher here than if I were alone, here with these armed, skilled, dangerous, and mighty women, almost like creatures of the forest themselves, who could detect sign and move with stealth, whose passage would be little marked by the forest floor, who could read the sun, the moons, the growth on trees, the declivities of the Alexandra's basin, signifying the drainage of water, the seasonal flights of birds. After we had poured our berries onto the mat, Tula was removed from the rope and her ankles were fastened together, some horts apart, by rope shackles. She could walk with care, but not run. - (Smugglers of Gor)