Slave, I want to use your face as a punching ball. Why? Just because I like it, and I’m in charge. On your side, you’ll count every single slap that I’ll give you. 1,2,3... 142. 142? I don’t like this number, we must go on. I smile. And I don’t care if you can’t take it anymore. Beg me, but I promise you nothing but my sadism and meanness. Count now, loud! 189, 190, 191...

Schiavo, voglio usare la tua faccia come un sacco da boxe. Perché? Soltanto perché la cosa mi diverte, e comando io qui. Tu invece conterai ad alta voce ogni singolo ceffone che ti darò. 1, 2, 3... ... Show more