“What are you going to do with me?” I asked. “Perhaps feed you to the beast,” he said.

“What are you going to do with me?” I asked.
“Perhaps feed you to the beast,” he said.
I stiffened. It was true that he could do that, if he wished.
I drew again on the cigarette.
“What are you going to do with me?” I asked.
“In some respects,” said he, “it was your good fortune to fall in with a slaver.”

Captive of Gor, p. 218

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