ITALIAN SPEAKINGCUSTOM REQUEST – Here are my little slaves. Dwarves crowding at my feet, begging me with their little voices. Fucking males. I rule them from above. They are in my power and they know it. I tower over them. I terrify them. I get close and with my heels I amuse myself by destroying them. Then relentlessly I crush a couple under my heels. I hear their bones crack. They die invoking my mercy. Their companions are mad with terror. They know they are doomed. They flee like insects, seeking shelter. One by one I chase them with my pointed heels and trample them. The soles crush them on the floor. You hear the clatter of skulls, spines shatter. Screaming, crying. At one I pretend to pardon him. He shakes like a leaf as my sole looms over him. I caress him with my sole I smile at him. He reassures himself. And I then step on him harder than ever. I like it. Filthy microbes, that’s all they deserve. One by one I destroy them.

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