Boxing, Kicking, Faceslapping
I tower over my quivering slave, his pathetic form stripped bare, hooded in suffocating black to blind his worthless gaze. With a cruel smirk, I yank the mask taut, whispering venomous commands that make him tremble. Circling like a predator, I force him to bend, exposing his flesh for my unrelenting strikes—whips cracking, skin blooming … Boxing, Kicking, Faceslapping