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How he had appraised me, as I had stood helpless, naked, behind the bars, on the straw of the slave cage, his to be seen as he wished; how he had examined me, candidly, objectively, every inch of me, Elinor Brinton, female slave merchandise! How I hated him! How I hated men! How I hated most Soron of Ar! I fell asleep. - (Captive of Gor, Chapter 11, Sentence #1432)

I would wring from his weakness whatever I might wish to please my will! I would conquer! Men are beasts! I hated them! "Buy me, Master," I had said to Soron, the Slaver of Ar. "No," he had said. I think of all men, at that time, I most hated Soron of Ar. How he had appraised me, as I had stood helpless, naked, behind the bars, on the straw of the slave cage, his to be seen as he wished; how he had examined me, candidly, objectively, every inch of me, Elinor Brinton, female slave merchandise! How I hated him! How I hated men! How I hated most Soron of Ar! I fell asleep. I had a strange dream, turning and moaning in the straw. I dreamed that I had escaped, and that I was free, running and walking in the high grass of a Gorean field. How pleased I was to be free! And then suddenly I turned and, behind me, some eight or ten feet away, standing, not speaking, tall in the blue and yellow robes of the slaver, still partially hooded, the band of leather across his left eye, was Soron of Ar. - (Captive of Gor)