Nights with my friends are always a blast. Laughter, challenges, fun and of course, our favorite game: seeing who can humiliate our slave the most.Hes there, as always, never fighting back. A human toy, a pastime that never complains. We circle around him, exchanging knowing glanceswho will bring him down the lowest?Shoves, insults, laughter. We make him kneel, branding him with our contempt. And finally, the finishing touch: spits, one after another, until the floor beneath him reflects his condition. A worm, crawling at our feet.But the game isnt over. We toss him the spray bottle and order him to clean.He obeys. Like always.
