You're my least favourite slave. I'm done with you. You are no longer of use to Me, but I cannot simply allow you to go free. Unchecked, I fear you'd get into terrible trouble, perhaps you'd annoy another woman. I can't have that. So instead, you're packed into the gas chamber. sealed inside with only one tiny opening for air, you're trapped. I taunt you, farting into your air vent, a stench so unbearable you find it harder and harder to breathe.