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She crouched there, under the torches, on the seven-foot scarlet marble circle, angry, frightened. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 10, Sentence #129)

Her left wrist was locked in a slave bracelet and she was put, kneeling, against a wall; her left side faced the wall; the opened bracelet, that not closed about her left wrist, was snapped shut about a slave ring bolted in the wall, the ring was approximately at her left shoulder; her head was down, hair forward; she knelt there, weeping, her left wrist fastened at her shoulder level to the wall. "No!" cried Zina. She was thrown unceremoniously, nude, to the circle of assessment. She crouched there, under the torches, on the seven-foot scarlet marble circle, angry, frightened. She was quite beautiful, the slave girl. I wondered how another slave girl, Vella, once Miss Elizabeth Cardwell of New York City, of Earth, who had betrayed Priest-Kings, would look thrown nude upon such a circle. When the whip snapped, a heavy whip in the hand of one of the merchant's brawny aides, the girl cried out, and her body reacted, in terror, as though struck. - (Tribesmen of Gor)