I keep this slave locked up in his cage as my pet ashtray, only interacting with him when I need his mouth for my spit and ashes.
That is his entire life, which he won't soon forget. I fill his mouth with my smoke and ash, making him swallow every bit as I hold out his tongue between my sharp red fingernails, yanking on his leash to keep his face right between the bars for my use.

xoxo, Cybill Troy