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He is Selius Arconious, my master! How strange she then thought that I, of Earth, should be here, on another world, a far, beautiful world, one many of Earth do not even know exists, kneeling on its grass, naked, back-braceleted, covered with a blanket, dismissed from attention, unable to see, waiting, a slave. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 26, Sentence #1135)

He masters me. I am no more to him than a pig or dog. I must try to please him well. He is Selius Arconious, my master! How strange she then thought that I, of Earth, should be here, on another world, a far, beautiful world, one many of Earth do not even know exists, kneeling on its grass, naked, back-braceleted, covered with a blanket, dismissed from attention, unable to see, waiting, a slave. How different I now am from what I was, how much has been done to me! How much has changed! I am now a girl, she thought, as once I was, I have seen myself in the mirror, a girl of no more than eighteen or nineteen years of age. On Earth I might have been a freshman in college, a new student, with her books, one being noticed by upperclassmen. A beautiful girl. - (Prize of Gor)