"Keep me rather in this cage, and feed me sparingly, if you dare . . . It is only when you make me suffer that I feel safe and secure. You should never have agreed to be a god for me if you were afraid to assume the duties of a god, and we all know that they are not as tender as all that. You have already seen me cry. Now you must learn to relish my tears. And my neck: is it not charming when, filled with a moan I am striving to stifle, it grows tense and contorted in spite of my attempts to control to it? It is all too true that when you come to call on us, you should bring a whip along."
Pauline Reage
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