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She touched her throat lightly. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 24, Sentence #19)

Things now, it seemed, were much the same as earlier. She knew the sales were to begin soon at the great block. They would last, presumably, for two or three days, as there were many slaves to be vended, probably well over a thousand. She touched her throat lightly. There was no collar there now. But perhaps as early as tomorrow morning she would once more wear locked upon her neck the identificatory circlet of a master, her master. Early in her bondage, although she had understood that she had been enslaved, she had, perhaps oddly, not really thought of herself as being owned; perhaps she had thought of herself as being more a prisoner or captive of sorts; then, a bit later in her bondage, but initially while still in the house of Mirus, she had come to understand that she was not a prisoner or a captive, nothing so dignified, nothing so honorable or important, or deserving of respect, but something quite different, simply a property; she then understood that she was owned; and for a time it had been fearful to think of herself as being owned. - (Prize of Gor)