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I fear I was not the only kajira who screamed in fear and misery. - (Plunder of Gor, Chapter 60, Sentence #32)

The grass here and there had been soaked with blood, and parts of verr, organs and limbs, skin and heads, were scattered about the field. Half-eaten bodies lay about. One Kur regarded us, a trembling, bleeding verr hanging from its jaws. I fear I was not the only kajira who screamed in fear and misery. At the height of the tiers, on a separate platform, raised above the last tier, there was a helmeted fellow in the garb of the House of a Hundred Corridors, who stood near a stand on which there was fixed a large trumpet. It was that trumpet, I supposed, that had emitted the blast that had initiated the games, if one might so refer to them. I saw, on the field, rather toward the house, not far from where we had entered the field, chained to a stake, by hands, body, and legs, my master, Kurik of Victoria. - (Plunder of Gor)