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I suddenly realized, viscerally, in my belly, in every cell in my body, waiting on the ramp, that I was going to be sold, actually sold, really sold, as an object, as much so as a mirror or scrap of cloth! I had known, of course, that such a moment would come. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #141)

There were now two girls before me. "What is wrong with her?" asked his fellow. "It is her first sale," said the other. I suddenly realized, viscerally, in my belly, in every cell in my body, waiting on the ramp, that I was going to be sold, actually sold, really sold, as an object, as much so as a mirror or scrap of cloth! I had known, of course, that such a moment would come. I had long had an intellectual understanding of this eventuality. Did I not know I was a slave? Was it not clear enough, when I was released from the cage, and knelt, my head to the floor, my crossed wrists lifted high behind me for binding? Could there be any doubt about the matter when I knelt, bound, before the master, and, my head lifted, the whip was put to my lips? Did I not understand these things well enough when my hands were freed, and I took my place in the line on the ramp? Surely! But now, suddenly, I was on the brink of being sold, literally sold, like a shoe or belt, a dog or pig! It was impossible! It could not be! I could not be sold! I was free, free! It was a nightmare! I must awaken, I must awaken! I was overcome with terror. The room began to swirl about me. - (Quarry of Gor)