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I had wept and silently raged in my cage. How helpless one is as a slave! My pride was gone. All my pretensions, all my brave plans, had been shattered. How I was to taunt him, how I was to make him suffer, how I was to bend him to my will, how I was to manipulate him! All these aims and ambitions had vanished; how barren proved such absurd projects and programs; these tactics and formulas had evaporated; did I still think I was a free woman of Earth; did I not know I was now a kajira, a Gorean slave girl, an abject, purchasable animal, at the mercy of the free? Yet, too, though I, through my tears, tried to deny it, I was not dissatisfied with the collapse of my pretensions and plans. I knew that I had wanted to be defeated; in being vanquished, I was freed; in being conquered, I found the reassurance and victory for which I longed. I wondered if I would ever see Addison Steele again. Surely it was possible. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )