We are 7, beautiful, cruel, very dressed. We leave the veranda of the villa that our slaves have rented for us, to serve us 24/7. Today’s candidate on a leash. Wear jeans and a t-shirt. It’s freezing outside, there’s snow. We had a minimum of clemency for this loser by leaving him with some clothes on? Naked would have been better, but he would have frozen immediately without allowing us to amuse ourselves as we are doing? On all fours walking around the garden, humiliated, hit by balls of snow, trampled, kicked, pressed against the ground and obliged to lick our boots, whipped, and finally made to crawl like a worm with bare chest, used as a walkway to get away and leave him there in the cold and frost.

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