She pulled at it, and then, again and again, jerked at the collar ring, wildly.
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"You are making a scene," said Targo, disapprovingly.
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"Mirus of Ar is my master!" she cried.
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"Return me to my master! I want to be returned to my master!" She tried to thrust the shackle from her left ankle, but could not, of course, do so.
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She succeeded only in abrading the ankle.
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Then she pulled wildly at the chain, jerking it again and again against the ring.
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Men paused to stare at the hysterical slave.
She pulled at it, and then, again and again, jerked at the collar ring, wildly.
"You are making a scene," said Targo, disapprovingly.
"Mirus of Ar is my master!" she cried.
"Return me to my master! I want to be returned to my master!" She tried to thrust the shackle from her left ankle, but could not, of course, do so.
She succeeded only in abrading the ankle.
Then she pulled wildly at the chain, jerking it again and again against the ring.
Men paused to stare at the hysterical slave.
- (Prize of Gor, Chapter )