The taste of the servile wretch’s spittle still lingers on my instep, a repulsive reminder of his disobedience. I had explicitly commanded him to fawn over my shoes, not my feet – yet he dared defy even these simple orders. Such insubordination demands retribution.
He possesses a fine new timepiece, a memento of his many months of toil and savings. Now, I demand it as my due. I cast it to the floor, subjecting it to my heel’s relentless barrage until it lies in ruins, as the slave weeps in despair, watching his hard-earned savings evaporate.
Once the watch is reduced to fragments, I return it to him, only to spot a sleek smartphone peeking from his jean’s pocket. I seize it, reserving the same fate for this device. He pleads, insisting he requires it for work, but I remain unmoved. The screen shatters under my heel, accompanied by my ceaseless insults.