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| How incredibly, and yet rationally and justifiably, I felt at his mercy. He was my master. He owned me. He could do whatever he wanted with me. He could trade me or sell me, or even slay me upon a whim, should he wish. I was absolutely his, his girl. ~Slave Girl of Gor~ |
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| It is not uncommon for someone to disappear, and never be heard from again. Perhaps now I know the secret of these seemingly vanishing anomalies. I know this, you see, for I am one of the many that left no trace, that simply melted away into the twilight of years gone by. It eludes me as to why none have ever been caught in this particular market of slavery. It would seem, in all the years that they have been procuring us as chattel, that at least one would be seized in the act of these tetherings. I suppose they would rather die though, then actually be taken as hostages themselves. And perhaps they have. Maybe it is an unwritten law that none should be captured alive. It would explain a lot, do you not think? |
| He is Master, and I am Slave. He is owner, and I am owned. He commands, and I obey. He is to be pleased, and I am to please. Why is this? Because he is Master, and I am Slave. ~Explorers of Gor~ |
| Fate is a peculiar thing. One only need be in the wrong place at the wrong time to have their destinies changed forever. I was not handpicked by the acquisition. I was.. a mistake. One caught in the web of deceitful despair. And this is my story.. |
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| The slave is not a person before Gorean law but a rightless animal. ~Slave Girl of Gor~ |