The carnage continuesblow after excruciating blowthe searing pain of my leather crop burns through the soft flesh of my helpless slave. His pain and suffering delights me. He thrashes and flails around in a feeble attempt to somehow avoid the ensuing strikes.
But avoidance is an impossibility and a n exercise in futility as I am unrelenting and precise in my attack. The next strike will come, and then another and another and another. Until my thirst for his suffering is quenched.
The carnage continuesblow after excruciating blowthe searing pain of my leather crop burns through the soft flesh of my helpless slave. His pain and suffering delights me. He thrashes and flails around in a feeble attempt to somehow avoid the ensuing strikes.
But avoidance is an impossibility and a n exercise in futility as I am unrelenting and precise in my attack. The next strike will come, and then another and another and another. Until my thirst for his suffering is quenched.