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"My hand is closed! Sold!" The gong sounded from somewhere on the block, doubtless toward its back. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 25, Sentence #577)

The former free woman was drawn to her feet, and held upright, as it seemed her legs might buckle. She looked down at Ellen, wild-eyed, trembling, weak, but in Ellen's eyes she doubtless saw little but her own terror reflected. "I shall close my hand! I shall close my hand!" called the auctioneer. "My hand is closed! Sold!" The gong sounded from somewhere on the block, doubtless toward its back. There was a sound of sobbing, a sharp blow of the whip, a cry of pain. The former free woman raised her eyes piteously to the attendant who held her left upper arm in a grip of iron, perhaps then understanding what it was to be a woman and a slave, but he was not even aware of this, keeping his gaze fixed on the attendant toward the top of the stairs. There was a sudden gesture, imperative, impatient. - (Prize of Gor)