My slave loves nothing more than being enveloped in My smoke and feeling My hot ash on his flesh. To receive such reward he must first earn that privilege and suffer for Me. I kneel him before Me and kick him cruelly in his ball sack, he slumps to the floor and I laugh at his discomfort. 31 kicks is My number, if he can manage all of them I will allow him his reward. After 3 he is already visibly struggling, he begs for mercy and for Me to relent. I will show him My idea of mercy as I pulverise his plums with My feet. Taking turns to kick each sack like they were footballs. Reducing a man t... Show more