Book 27. (1 results) Prize of Gor (Individual Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 326 | And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such. |
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Book 27. (7 results) Prize of Gor (Context Quote)
| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
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| 15 | 323 | She wanted to cry out that she loved him, with all the helpless, vulnerable love of a female slave, that she wanted to serve him, to love him, to live for him. |
| 15 | 324 | But of course she dared not do so. |
| 15 | 325 | How he would then hate her, despise her, understand the lowly, groveling, needful thing she was! He had laughed at her. |
| 15 | 326 | And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such. |
| 15 | 327 | And yet she must beg! Or would she beg? Not the laundry again, not for days, or weeks, or months, or years, or life, not that, she wept to herself. |
| 15 | 328 | What does he want of me, she asked herself. |
| 15 | 329 | I want to give him whatever he wants. |
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She wanted to cry out that she loved him, with all the helpless, vulnerable love of a female slave, that she wanted to serve him, to love him, to live for him.
But of course she dared not do so.
How he would then hate her, despise her, understand the lowly, groveling, needful thing she was! He had laughed at her.
And how preposterous it was, indeed, that any man might love such as she, might love a mere, worthless, abject slave! She must not let him know that she was such.
And yet she must beg! Or would she beg? Not the laundry again, not for days, or weeks, or months, or years, or life, not that, she wept to herself.
What does he want of me, she asked herself.
I want to give him whatever he wants.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter 15)