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I pulled my hands free and crawled in the darkness to one side of the passage and lay down against the wall. - (Priest-Kings of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #66)

This time, with luck, I could hook my fingers in the grille and hang on. I leaped again and this time managed to fasten my fingers in the grille and cried out in pain, turning my face away from the heat and fire that seemed to transform its surface erupting over my head with torturing, savage incandescence. Then I could no longer release the grille had I wanted to and I hung there agonized, a prisoner of the charges flashing through my body and the bolts wrenched loose from the ceiling, and I fell again to the floor, the grille clattering beside me, my fingers still hooked in its mesh. I pulled my hands free and crawled in the darkness to one side of the passage and lay down against the wall. My body ached and trembled and I could not control the involuntary movements of its muscles. I shut my eyes but to no avail against the burning universes that seemed to float and explode before my eyes. I do not know if I lost consciousness or not but I suppose I may have, for the next thing I remember was that the pain had gone from my body and that I lay against the wall weak and sick. - (Priest-Kings of Gor)