This slave recognizes his mistake, but he is trembling with fear at the prospect of punishment. He knows all too well that the hands he failed to use properly will now be mercilessly crushed by my clogs. I tread on them, all the while lashing out with a whip if it dares to touch my feet. I hear the bones in his fingers creaking as he pleads for mercy and apologizes, but to no avail. I trample with both heel and toe, both equally unyielding and deadly, and then I settle down so comfortably that I can crush it even while seated. He never stops talking, and so I attempt to crush his tongue as well, making him stick it between my foot and the shoe. I will not stop until I see those hands turn purple with bruises!