That little bastard still did not find his new chastity device, I am angry. My slave will be punished. I let my bath water get ice-cold, tie him up and leave him in it, the dirty used bathwater. I scold him, and drow-n him with my hands, and then step on his useless head and drow-n him with my boots. He begs me to stop, but I do not care. I laugh and drow-n him anyway.