Prose
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Her Creature
She laughed aloud. It was an evil, shrill laugh which made cold
shivers run down by back.“You used to dream of being the slave, the plaything of a beautiful
woman, and now you imagine you are a free human being, a man, my
lover-you fool! A sign from me, and you are a slave again. Down on
your knees!”…
“You can’t believe it,” she said, looking at me with her arms folded
across her breast. “I am bored, and you will just do to while away
a couple of hours of time. Don’t look at me that way–”She kicked me with her foot.
“You are just what I want, a human being, a thing, an animal–”
…
The negresses tied me to a post, and amused themselves sticking me
with their golden hair-needles. But this did not last long, before
Wanda appeared with her ermine cap on her head, and with her hands
in the pockets of her jacket. She had me untied, and then my hands
were fastened together on my back. She finally had a yoke put around
my neck, and harnessed me to the plough.Then her black demons drove me out into the field. One of them held
the plough, the other one led me by a line, the third applied the
whip, and Venus in Furs stood to one side and looked on.
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