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I had been exposed to danger, as though I might have been any slave, any slave at all, even a hated slave. - (Slave Girl of Gor, Chapter 5, Sentence #630)

I lay, a captured slave girl, in the tent of enemies. What would be done with me? Surely they would not blame me! Surely they would understand that I was only a slave girl! Surely they must understand that I had had to obey my master! Would they so much as give me the opportunity to please them—and as what I was, a slave? Would they find me attractive? Might my beauty, and my zeal to serve them, suffice to divert their wrath? Might they not, in the light of the pleasures which I would be eager to supply them, consider sparing me? If I were sufficiently pleasing, as I would strive to be, might I not be permitted to live? Surely I would beg on my belly to be permitted to please them, to be permitted to provide them with inordinate pleasures, to be permitted to please them as only a slave girl can please a man! They must let me live! Please, I thought, let me live! I moaned with misery. Obviously I was nothing to my master! I had been used to create a diversion, had been employed as a mere pawn. I had been exposed to danger, as though I might have been any slave, any slave at all, even a hated slave. Did my master not love me? Did he not care for me? Did he not reciprocate the feelings which I had for him? I wept, a discarded, abandoned, insignificant slave. I heard the men leaving the camp. Then the camp was empty, save for the wounded, and the slave girls, of which I was one. - (Slave Girl of Gor)