Four slaves, one purpose: to be our entertainment. My friend and I decided to push them further than ever before. Two of them lie down on the floor, becoming our human doormats as we stomped all over them, pressing our heels deep into their flesh without mercy. But the real show was for the other two. Standing atop the worthless worms beneath us, we relentlessly smashed the balls of the remaining two, kicking them with strenght and precision, laughing at their muffled cries. The more they writhed in pain, the more fun we had. In the end, four broken bodies, four humiliated souls, and us?fully satisfied with our absolute superiority.
