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Was he mad? Could he not see what a beauty I was, and I was in his collar! He had dared to suggest that I was not worth keeping! And then he had not kept me! On Earth I had been able to pick and choose. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 9, Sentence #278)

On the center of his forehead was a small sign; an emblem or device; it was black; I supposed it had been affixed, or imprinted, there, with ink or paint; I was not clear as to its purport; it seemed to be a schematic representation of a particular object, an unsheathed dagger. I was furious that Kurik, he of Victoria, to whom I had belonged, who had so peremptorily, so routinely, so ruthlessly deprived me of my virginity, not that a slave's virginity is of more worth than that of a pig, and who had, despite my will, dared to caress me into eager, helpless, begging servitude, had sold me. Would not another man have given kingdoms for me? How could I have been sold? Could he not see how beautiful I was? He had dismissed me, even on Earth, as a pot girl, or a kettle-and-mat girl. Was he mad? Could he not see what a beauty I was, and I was in his collar! He had dared to suggest that I was not worth keeping! And then he had not kept me! On Earth I had been able to pick and choose. Offers of dates had abounded. Certainly I knew my power. Men sought my attention. - (Plunder of Gor)