My Slave is my captive, my home entertainment center and also my responsibility.
Everything that he does is a reflection of this God like flesh. His words, his movements, his gestures directly say something about me.

So when I hear mention that my slaves actions have offended a close friend. My slave will assuredly pay the price. He will pay dearly for his offense regardless of his intent.

He is dangling there like some kind of grotesque puppet. His appearance is physically repugnant to me in my current frame of mind, But my single tail hungers for his flesh.
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