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I am chained, I am stripped, I cannot flee! On this world I am a property, an animal! I am going to be sold, sold like a pig or horse! I am going to be sold! I am going to be sold! But of course I am going to be sold! I am a slave! How is it that I am here? How can this be, that I am here? Foolish vulo, she thought. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #560)

I am to be sold, she thought. I am to be sold! The highest bid will be my opening bid. What will it be! I am suddenly afraid to ascend the block, to be shown to the men, to uninhibited, virile, powerful, lustful men, to men who are accustomed to the owning and the mastering of women. I am chained, I am stripped, I cannot flee! On this world I am a property, an animal! I am going to be sold, sold like a pig or horse! I am going to be sold! I am going to be sold! But of course I am going to be sold! I am a slave! How is it that I am here? How can this be, that I am here? Foolish vulo, she thought. You are here because you have been brought here, by men, as women for centuries, and doubtless on thousands of worlds, have been brought to such places. But why, why! Because they have found you of interest, and, accordingly, will have you in their collar. Surely they cannot sell me, she thought. - (Prize of Gor)