The metal of the collar absorbed the cold and seemed like a flat ring of ice on her neck.
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Even the thongs that bound her seemed stiff with cold, and she feared they might cut her like frozen knives.
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In what might have been some half of an ahn, or so, the door to the ice pantry, or ice room, opened and there stood therein, silhouetted in the light behind it, the figure of Selius Arconious.
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"Master!" cried out Ellen, beggingly, piteously.
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"Are you prepared to be a good slave?" he inquired.
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"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" cried Ellen.
It seemed she had never been so cold as now.
The metal of the collar absorbed the cold and seemed like a flat ring of ice on her neck.
Even the thongs that bound her seemed stiff with cold, and she feared they might cut her like frozen knives.
In what might have been some half of an ahn, or so, the door to the ice pantry, or ice room, opened and there stood therein, silhouetted in the light behind it, the figure of Selius Arconious.
"Master!" cried out Ellen, beggingly, piteously.
"Are you prepared to be a good slave?" he inquired.
"Yes, Master! Yes, Master!" cried Ellen.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )