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There was some sense of security, oddly, just being on the chain. - (Witness of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #143)

I did not think, really, given the fact that I was here, the presumed methodicality of my arrival in this place, the presumably routine manner of my incarceration, the nature of my cell, or kennel, suggesting that it was not unique, that my presence here would not be its first occupancy nor its last, the unlikelihood that there was anything special about me, the probability that I was only one of several such as myself, that my pleas would move my captors. I changed my position several times. It is hard to comprehend such realities, the darkness, the dampness, the stones, the walls, the wet straw, its smell, the collar, the chains, the not being clothed. There was some sense of security, oddly, just being on the chain. I did not speculate that I might have gone insane. The chain was too real. In time I went to my belly and put my mouth down, and lapped the water in the shallow depression beside me. - (Witness of Gor)