An iron-bound handle sat in front of him, and the floor moved when he trod on it. Not a galley, he thought, but a treadmill for crushing grain. They meant to use him as slave labour. Well, he could handle that. He had worked a treadmill as a boy. It would be brutal work, but at night he could plan his escape. He was strong. Almost as strong as his brother. He would find others like him. He would escape. He would survive.
Another bellow came as the madman was pushed in next to him. He recoiled in horror as once again the crazed cripple grabbed at his hands, sliding over them with his death-cold skin. Then he saw it. The old man was putting their hands together, next to each other, so it was obvious that the rings they each wore on their second fingers were identical.
He looked up in sudden realisation. He stared into the eyes of the broken, inhuman creature that his brother had become in only six months. And he went mad.
—Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay: Children of the Horned Rat — A Guide to Skaven
"I was a prince in this land. No one was allowed to look directly into my eyes. But now I'm in chains, like my people, and I must bow my head. Almost everything was taken from us. I can't do anything; I'm powerless."
—Balthasar, Aguirre, the Wrath of God
"The killing was a means to an end. That was the least satisfactory part. I didn't enjoy doing that. That's why I tried to create living zombies with uric acid in the drill, but it never worked. No, the killing was not the objective. I just wanted to have the person under my complete control, not having to consider their wishes, being able to keep them there as long as I wanted."
—Jeffrey Dahmer
"My crew was chosen as carefully as the Disciples of Christ, and I will not tolerate stowaways. You will be flogged. And when we put in to Cuba to resupply, *God willing*, you will be flogged some more. And then enslaved on the sugar plantations for the rest of your miserable lives. To the brig!"
"Well, I tried to start a revolution, but didn't print enough pamphlets so hardly anyone turned up. Except for my mum and her boyfriend, who I hate. As punishment, I was forced to be in here and become a gladiator."
—Korg, Thor: Ragnarok
"I'm not gonna drain you completely. You're gonna turn for me. You'll be my slave. You'll live for me. You'll eat bugs because I order it. Why? Because I don't think you're worthy of human blood. You'll feed on the blood of stray dogs. You'll be my foot stool. And at my command, you'll lick the dog shit from my boot heel. Since you'll be my dog, your new name will be Spot. Welcome to slavery."
—Santanico Pandemonium, From Dusk Till Dawn
"Welcome to the Predacons, Rampage. You shall be an honored member... so long as you never forget one important fact about your new life: it's mine."
—Megatron, Beast Wars
On arriving at the frontier which separates Arabia Petraea from Syria, as he was passing near a strong castle, a party of armed Arabs sallied forth. He saw himself surrounded, and the men cried out: "All that you have belongs to us, and your body belongs to our master."
"Serve and be silent,
You who are chattel,
We think of you as little more than cattle,
This is your lot now and we advise you,
To bow before whatever master buys you.
Feel the power here,
Power has its price,
Some can live like gods,
Some must sacrifice...
Through the centuries many backs have bent,
Many dreams are built,
Many lives are spent.
Look and be humbled, learn what your place is,
Egyptian slave no matter what your race is,
This is your future your life suspended,
And everything you knew before has ended,
You are Egypt's now,
We have all control,
From your every step,
To your very soul
—Joseph: King of Dreams, Marketplace
