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Might I not bring a high price in a market? Too, I had little doubt that if I were so foolish as to attempt escape a second time I would be maimed, if not worse. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 8, Sentence #299)

And I did not want to be locked up at night, with those other slaves, at their mercy, in a more-than-half-sunken, barred kennel. That is not like lying lovingly in an ankle ring, or collar, at the foot of a beloved master's couch. And what could one hope for? Perhaps at best to be slept at night in a hut, shackled, hand and foot, on a coarse mat? Surely I did not belong in a peasant village! I was not that sort of slave! Surely I was more the sort who should be an urban slave, lovely in a silken tunic, attracting the attention of strangers in the streets, one perhaps even permitted sandals. Might I not bring a high price in a market? Too, I had little doubt that if I were so foolish as to attempt escape a second time I would be maimed, if not worse. No girl could expect a master to be patience with her twice. There were many fields, too, about the village. They would have to be tended. - (Slave Girl of Gor)