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How could I begin to understand what had been done with me? How could I begin to understand what I had become, what I now was? How could I begin to cope with this turn in my life? I lay on the small, square iron floor of a confinement. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #1255)

Then it continued, over my belly, and against the interior of my right thigh, until it flowed to my ankles. I moaned and turned to my side. I tried to come to grips with my chains, and the bars, and my reality. How could I begin to understand what had been done with me? How could I begin to understand what I had become, what I now was? How could I begin to cope with this turn in my life? I lay on the small, square iron floor of a confinement. Here was a becaged slave. Could she be I? Here was a slave, behind bars, in this tiny prison, naked and chained. Surely she could not be I! She wore a slave collar, and was branded. - (Witness of Gor)