The reason for this policy is that demis are viewed as inferior to humans, little more than animals, and therefore need to be controlled. To truly get...rid of a demi, a master would need to sell them or have them put down.While demis are born into slavery and may never escape it, all humans are born free. There are different ways for a human to end up as a slave: They can be forcibly sold into slavery as a severe punishment for crimes they have committed or to cover their debts if they have. Just before church. Carol liked it when Bob made over her. She reflected upon when she’d just come out of that awful closet. He’d been so good to her. He bathed her twice a day. Half the time she looked like a prune, but he really got those sores and bites under control fast. He took care of her. Now he was at it again. Bob loved this woman. He took his time. He washed her hair, and then washed it again. He let her soak while he took a comb and brushed through it. He found that helped in. I’d met the Japanese champion once before, just over two years ago when he’d saved me from a horribly slow death at the hands of the Aztec champion. He claimed he didn’t challenge me then because of honor. I’d known another Japanese champion long ago and honor seemed to be big with those guys. My special circumstances meant the past two years had been without challenge. Before my training I’d survived three battles. In the first challenge Morrigan had saved me, the second I won fairly, and the. She seemed like a delightful person, and hated formality as much as I did. I made a small concession, and wore shorts for the occasion. She had her usual 'I am not a woman' suit on. It looked like she was dressed for a court date. The pin-striped suit looked strange on her.I was just as surprised as her secret service detail, when she told them to wait outside. She had to pull rank, before they agreed. Once inside, she shook her head."Damn nursemaids. I'll be glad when this term is over. I'll.