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My vitality, my sexuality, had, of course, been disparaged, belittled, denied, and starved on my own world. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 12, Sentence #116)

What was I doing here? Why had I been purchased, and by men who, it seemed, seldom bothered to purchase women, preferring, it seemed, to acquire them in other manners? Why did they wish a girl here who was ignorant, or muchly so? I did not want to be here. I was supposedly beautiful. But of what use would be my beauty, if beauty it was, in this place, in the pits? Too, I was supposedly quite vital, unusually so, it seemed, even for this world. My vitality, my sexuality, had, of course, been disparaged, belittled, denied, and starved on my own world. I had kept it concealed, hidden. I had even tried to be ashamed of it. How strange was my world, one on which one was expected to pretend to numbness and insensitivity, one on which one was conditioned to be ashamed of health. - (Witness of Gor)