It's a warm afternoon and I'm enjoying a cold refreshing drink. I know My slave would love a sip, but I have another in mind for him to consume. Every one of My slaves must understand the power I hold over them, and they should be grateful for every little gift I grant them. I will quench this slave's thirst with an ample, yet disgusting, mixture of My spit and cigarette ash. While waiting for Me to blend his special drink, the slave is also subjected to smoke blown right into his eyes, making him dehydrate even more. Good, that means he will enjoy this vile concoction even more. Sticking h... Show more