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| 12 | 708 | When he finished with me I lay between his View more quotes about feet">feet, a shattered, yielded slave girl. |
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| 12 | 705 | But his hands were sure. |
| 12 | 706 | "No," I begged, "do not make me yield to you!" But he did not see fit to show me mercy. |
| 12 | 707 | I cried out with misery, lost in sensation, lifting my body to him, piteous for his slightest touch. |
| 12 | 708 | When he finished with me I lay between his feet, a shattered, yielded slave girl. |
| 12 | 709 | He lifted his head. |
| 12 | 710 | "Smoke," he said. |
| 12 | 711 | I, too, smelled smoke. |