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There are the dangers of the grasslands, of animals, of starvation, of thirst, the danger of another collar, the danger of recapture and punishment, punishments whose severity I dare not even contemplate". - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 27, Sentence #289)

"I could run away," she thought to herself. "Does he want me to run away?" She squirmed, and turned to her back, looking up at the moons. "Or is he so arrogantly sure of me, that he knows I would not dare to run away? To be sure, there is nowhere to run. There are the dangers of the grasslands, of animals, of starvation, of thirst, the danger of another collar, the danger of recapture and punishment, punishments whose severity I dare not even contemplate". She touched her collar, and fingered the delicate scaring of her brand. "There is no escape for the Gorean slave girl," she thought, "and that is exactly what I am, and all that I am, only that, and nothing more". She turned back, gently, smiling, to his thigh, and kissed it, softly, that he not awaken. - (Prize of Gor)