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But of course I had not wanted to see him again, for I despised, and hated him, such a ruthless, uncaring, thoughtless, uncompromising brute, and master! How terrifying it would be to be owned by such a man, to be his, to be done with as he pleased! Why had he not bought me? Surely I was not expensive, might I not be within his means? Did he not want me? I hated him. I wanted to be at his feet, head down, naked and collared, my lips pressed to his sandals, hoping to be found acceptable, even pleasing. Was I truly nothing but another slave to him, merely another piece of meaningless collar-meat, to be indifferently fetched from a pen, or block, by a coin? How I hated him! How I wanted his collar! Then I was afraid. What if he were companioned? Might he buy me for his companion? Would she sense that I was his slave? How cruel she would be to me! Might he keep me to the side, in rented space, in a girl stable, to be used when convenient? Or would he want me, at all? Was I truly so inferior, such common stock? I loathed the thought of his touch. How I would struggle to resist him! How I would cry out, and whimper, begging for his least touch! I wanted to be at his feet, alone there, where I belonged, in the place of a slave. He and Axel of Argentum seemed to be free enough in the camp. Certainly they moved about as they wished. - (Smugglers of Gor, Chapter )