ITALIAN SPEAKING Ours. All three slaves are completely ours. We’re going to have some fun today. Let’s get started: all kinds of trampling, kicks to the balls, riding up and down their useless, bulky bodies. There are two of us this morning, and we’re thirsty for forbidden desires. Do kicks to the balls hurt, huh? Look how he jumps back when it hits his balls. Standing on top of two of them, we rain kicks down on the third—the biggest idiot. Look at the shoes we’re wearing today. They’re mountain hiking boots—the kind that really hurt. And there they are, licking them, crawling like worms, begging us (can you believe it?) to stomp on them, to hurt them more, to destroy them however we please. They’re animals, no longer men. We’ve trained them, and they’ve lost all sense of their human dignity. Beasts. They love nothing more than to humiliate themselves before us and be humiliated. They’re completely at our mercy. They crawl and beg for our kicks on their worthless balls.