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I was, after all, only a dirty little slave, a fugitive, a pilferer of meat from peasant villages, picked up in an open field. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 13, Sentence #791)

I did not think he would keep me. Such a man would have his pick of beautiful slaves, even high slaves, and, I supposed, of free women, as well. This angered me, that it was unlikely he would keep me. I was, after all, only a dirty little slave, a fugitive, a pilferer of meat from peasant villages, picked up in an open field. I would probably not even be used. I would probably just be sold, or given away. Fortunately he would not know I had committed other thefts, little things, pastries, candies, berries, and such, and he would not know that I was a liar, and he would not know that I had betrayed Ute, who was my friend. - (Captive of Gor)