Imprisoned in a box, your head is the only visible part, longing to worship my feet in the distance. Seated on my throne, I taunt you with my feet, their allure impossible to resist. In my whim, I draw you closer, my feet now within reach, poised to penetrate your mouth, descending deep into your throat. Your breath escapes, saliva drips, your eyes redden with exertion, as I spit in your face, deriding and humiliating you. Such is my way, my power, my control.