My Slave lays down on the concrete floor, offering his upturned face and throat for me to crush as I please. I enjoy the view out of the window while I crush his windpipe flat and he can’t breathe. I love to watch him suffer as I switch back and forth from his throat to his face. Marching and crushing his nose beneath my perfect feet. I love to smash down on his nose as his eyes water up with pain, but he knows better than to complain. My slave loves the treatment I give him.