She
cried out, pleading for her Master to stop. But of course he just
continued, just like he did every day with his little doll.... That
was all she was to him, a doll, and plaything. His little toy, to do
with as he pleased. And he did everything he wanted to her.... Every
day it was the same. There was no way for her to fight, no way to
stand up to him. When she tried to stand up to him, she didn't even
come up to his shin! It was impossible to fight a man when he was so
much larger than her.