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You trouble me," he said.
"I am sorry," I said, "if I have
displeased you."
"I do not understand the feeling I have towards you,"
he said. He held my head between his hands, and looked down at me.
"You are a mere slave," he said.
"Only your slave, Master," I
said.
He thrust me from him, to the floor. I looked up at him.
"And you are of Earth," he said, "only a wench of Earth, collared and
enslaved."
"Yes, Master," I said, softly. He stood, angrily, he had,
in the past days, treated me with great brutality.
"I fear you," he
said, suddenly. I was startled.
"I fear myself," he said, angrily.
"I fear you, and myself," he said. He glared down at me.
I shank
from him, for I was slave.
"You make me weak," he said, angrily.
"I am a warrior of Ar."
"A slave laughs at her master's weakness,"
I shouted angrily.
"Fetch the whip!" he cried in fury. I ran to the
whip and brought it to him, kneeling before him, thrusting it into his
hands. I looked up at him, angrily. His hand seized my tunic at the neck
and shoulder and prepared to tear it from me, that I might be hurled to
the floor at his feet, to be put writhing beneath the sharp discipline of
his domination. His hand was on my tunic, the whip was uplifted. Then he
released my tunic and threw the whip from him. He held my head between his
hands.
"Oh," he said, "you are an interesting and clever slave!
That is one of the reasons you are so dangerous, Dina. You are so
clever, so intelligent."
"Whip me," I begged.
"No," he said,
angrily.
"Does Master care for Dina?", I asked.
"How could I,
Clitus Vitellius, a captain of Ar, care for a slave?" he
demanded.
"Forgive a girl, Master," I said.
"Should I free you?" he
asked.
"No, Master," I said, "I could not then help myself. I would
oppose my will to yours. I would strive against you."
"Do not fear,"
he said to me. "I am Clitus Vitellius, of Ar. I do not free slaves."
"Slave Girl of Gor" pg 410-411
