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"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. "What name has been put on you, slut?" asked he who had unbound me. His hand on my left, upper arm kept me standing. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter )