I drag My slave from the prison cage, he has been treated inhumanely, no food or water. It's cold down there in the cells, I left him chained to the wall for what must have seemed like an eternity to him. Now I have him out of the cell, only to be treated even worse: he'll be My trample bitch and the full weight under My riding boots. I treat him like the piece of dirt he is. In fact, being a piece of dirt under My boots is more than he could ever hope to be, as he is even lower than this in My eyes.

I drag My slave from the prison cage, he has been treated inhumanely, no food or water. It's cold down there in the cells, I left him chained to the wall for what must have seemed like an eternity to him. Now I have him out of the cell, only to be treated even worse: he'll be My trample bitch and the full weight under My riding boots. I treat him like the piece of dirt he is. In fact, being a piece of dirt under My boots is more than he could ever hope to be, as he is even lower than this in My eyes.