Mila stands very close to you. She is wearing a pair of dirty old sneakers, their laces stained with dirt and sweat. You can smell the pungent odor of socks rising from the shoes. "Look at me, you pathetic bitch," Mila sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're going to get a real reward today." She takes an orange from the table and places it under the sole of the sneaker. With a slow, deliberate movement, she presses down and feels the flesh of the citrus fruit give way to the pressure. The juice squirts out and mixes with the dirt and grime on the shoe. You flinch, knowing that yo...

Mila stands very close to you. She is wearing a pair of dirty old sneakers, their laces stained with dirt and sweat. You can smell the pungent odor of socks rising from the shoes. "Look at me, you pathetic bitch," Mila sneers, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're going to get a real reward today." She takes an orange from the table and places it under the sole of the sneaker. With a slow, deliberate movement, she presses down and feels the flesh of the citrus fruit give way to the pressure. The juice squirts out and mixes with the dirt and grime on the shoe. You flinch, knowing that you are about to be humiliated.