The cell door opens, I stand in front of you. Looking down on you. I am finally taking you out of there. you looks terrible. you've barely been fed enough to stay alive.you are in no condition to serve as a house slave. you are totally useless in this condition. I could have just let you rot in there, but I didn't want the smell to make its way upstairs. you better thank Me for not leaving you there to depart. you may kiss My boots in gratitude. Crawl out of your cell, to stay on your knees, and place your hands behind your back, eyes on the floor. I am shackling your hands and feet from be... Show more