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He ordered me and I still didn’t took it off as I bowed my head and was shaking rapidly. I can’t take off my cloth, I can’t stoop my self so low to take off my clothes. I don’t care if I’m a sex slave to some sort of maniac, all I know within my self is that I have dignity and I won’t let anyone take it away from me. “As your master, I have a very important advice for you.” “Remove that thought off your mind about keeping your dignity.” “My last sex slaves who kept the dignity was raped brutally by my guards and they were burned alive.

“I love you.” She broke again. He continued. “But love cannot survive if it keeps kneeling before disrespect.” Anita covered her mouth. “I know.” “I’m not here to rescue you.” “I’m here to ask if you want to rebuild honestly.” He looked at Micah in his arms. “I’m willing to help raise him.” “I’m willing to love him.” “I’m willing to try with you.” Then came the line that mattered most. “But never again at the cost of my dignity.” Anita walked to him slowly.

"Like something I might be allowed to keep." "You're allowed," he says. "It's yours." "Ours," I say. "Ours," he agrees, without pause. I remember the word *transaction* spoken in a cold office. I remember *fair exchange*. I remember *cage*. I remember thinking that dignity was a joke coming from his mouth.

A pig! "I ask you one last time, Jane child, you really do not want dignity?" The man is cold, he has always been form of color does not show in the outside, others can not pry into his mind. Who can see, this cold voice, buried under the indignation and pain, even he himself, did not notice. Jane child's hands propped up on the ground, trembling. Hurriedly hung his head, staring at the ground in front of him. Dignity, what is dignity?

“You’ve done a great job. The education fund, the living allowance, the seamless transfer of custody — no disputes, no delays. To be honest, not many men could have managed that.” I was praising him, choosing my words carefully. I wasn’t praising him for being ‘good’; I was praising him for being ‘dignified.’ For a proud man, that word carries more weight than ‘good’... because it implies a higher level of self-restraint. What David hates most is being considered ‘undignified.’ Sure enough, he lifted his head and glanced at me. That was the look. That was the look I’d been waiting for. I let my eyes redden.

It would have saved her so much hurt and pain. This time life really played a rude joke on her, because her period came just the next morning. If only it came a day earlier, she wouldn't have had to experience the unnecessary drama. Now not only she had lost face in front of the doctor and his wife, but she had also been terribly hurt by the following fight. The humiliation alone was enough to distress her, but the one thing that stung her the most was his insult. The cruel remark cut her right to the quick. It struck the deepest, most fragile part of her. She thought she had managed to develop a sense of dignity in spite of her shameful background, but deep down inside, she had a long stand

was a bad enough offense to warrant extra cruelty. Seeing him as he is now I know that even if I free him, he will never be whole again. Not just his body, but also his mind and spirit. This level of destruction goes way beyond breaking a person. This is pulverizing them, removing all traces of who they once were to turn them into just another thing to be studied, used, and discarded. Daax was treated not like an animal, even animals have more dignity, he was treated like a slab of meat.

She proved it by setting her jaw and leveling a look at me that said nothing but fuck you. “I'll make it work,” she told me. “Dio, you are so fucking stubborn. Even when all the facts are right in front of your face.” “I'd rather be stubborn than let you rob me of my dignity.” “Dignity?” I cackled. “What dignity? You're strapped to a chair, dirt poor, and owing thousands of dollars, so don't even fucking talk about dignity. You had none to begin with, seeing how eager you were to jump on my dick all those years ago.”

That alone seemed to earn me reluctant approval. “This isn’t forever,” I reminded myself each time I refolded tissue paper into overpriced shoeboxes. “This is for Sophie.” I served difficult clients, charming liars, screaming children, and women who thought standing on marble floors gave them the right to step on someone else’s dignity. But I smiled. I sold. I stood tall. Even when I did not feel tall at all.

“I need your help. This is about my dignity—” “Dignity?” he barked out a dry laugh. “What dignity? Women like you have none. You should be ashamed. Now get out before I throw you out myself. I have nothing to say to you, and I sure as hell won’t help someone like you.” His words pierced something deep inside me. That was it. I didn’t care if he was older, or supposedly respected. I couldn’t let him humiliate me like that.