22.9.2013 | 01:28
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«Yes, you must be a slave, and feel the lash, for you are not a man," she said calmly. She said this to me with perfect composure, not angrily, not even excitedly, and it was what hurt most. "Now I know you, your dog-like nature, that adores where it is kicked, and the more, the more it is maltreated. Now I know you, and now you shall come to know me."She walked up and down with long strides, while I remained crushed on my knees; my head was hanging supine, tears flowed from my eyes.»
