You stand silently, as all of the slaves do now, and watch as the slave under Brendon's shoe weeps pathetically and begs for mercy. "I'm.. sorry.. your Majesty!!" he struggles to get out through his tears "I'm so.. so sorry!!" Brendon smiles calmly, his hands loosely clasped in his lap. Then the slave's eyes widen, and his tear-streaked face looks stricken with panic. "PLEASE, YOUR MAJESTY! PLEEEASE!!" Suddenly you notice that the limousine-sized shoe is slowly getting closer to the ground, and the slave's body is being squashed flatter and flatter under its weight. "Bye-bye, little bitch.." Brendon says coolly "Anything you wanna say to your little bitch friends?" You hear a muffled snap, similar to a breaking tree branch, and the boy's face crumples in pain, his hands clawing pointlessly at the ground around him. "DO WHAT HE SAYS!! OH, GOD!! AAH!! AAAH!!! DO WHAT HE- ARGH!!-SAYS!!" He howls in agony. Brendon utters a short chuckle, then says: "Good slave" and presses his foot flat against the ground. It's all over in one big, noisey crunch, and Brendon rocks his foot back and forth then squashes the toe into the ground as if crushing out a cigarette butt. Then he smiles down at his slaves, who are all too petrified even to cringe, and says:
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