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173 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 2, 2011

Applauding a slave might be an indulgence--might be, in truth, nothing but scorn--but right now, it didn't matter that he wasn't one of them. He'd bet the women in the audience wanted him rather than the suit-and-tie-wearing sugar daddies they'd come with. And he knew the men all wanted to be him, even if they were pimps and CEOs and MPs and two-bit VIPs from Big Brother. Right now, they were off their fat arses and applauding him.Watching Brooklyn struggling to remain his own person in spite of a dehumanizing situation, against his own need to shut down mentally and emotionally as a way of survival, was brutal. It's very well done.
A slave.
Fuck them all.

"Let's dance, shall we?"

“Get my gloves off”
“That's a 'please, sir'.”
....You fucking bastard

He's emotions are raw, frank, and completely honest.
Not a brute? A Slave? A Fighter.....more a fellow human, which gives Brooklyn hope.

”You haven’t resigned yourself to slavery yet, have you?”
“No. And I never will.”
"…I'm temperamentally unsuited to being a slave?"
"I'm a fighter. And when they hit me..." If it hurts, I find more strength. I get mad. I want to kill."
"Good morning."
"Fuck, you move like a wraith."



