In a display of culinary indulgence, I chose to spoil my slave with a royal feast, completed by pitchers of refreshing urine to cleanse the palate.
As I observed him beneath my throne, a wave of pride washed over me. However, as the meal unfolded, his speed diminished, and his facial expression shifted from pleasure to discomfort.
Despite my urging to consume every last bite, he ultimately conceded defeat. Unable to swallow another morsel or gulp, he wept under my chair, defeated by the lavish meal I had carefully crafted.
I then utilized him as my human ashtray as he was filled with feces. What a pitiful and weak slave he is!