And so she stood there, her feet in the hot, thick dust, chained with the others.
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She felt sick.
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She was miserable.
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I must not faint, she thought.
They have had us stand, she thought.
I hope they do not whip us.
Surely we must soon move.
And so she stood there, her feet in the hot, thick dust, chained with the others.
She felt sick.
She was miserable.
I must not faint, she thought.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )