The trouble with trampling as I see it? Stilettos reduce the surface area and increase the pressure. Rib fractures happen, and suddenly I’m visiting a slave in the ER. No. There is a better way to trample … and slaves absolutely hate it.
IN FACT … they hate it so much they will do anything to distract me the moment they realize it’s about to happen. I’ve seen grown men suddenly develop an intense need to recount their entire grocery list or beg to clean the grout with a toothbrush just to delay the inevitable. Their eyes go wide, scanning the room for an escape route that doesn’t exist, and they start making these pathetic, whimpering noises before I’ve even touched them. They try to bargain, offering up tributes or extra chores, literally shaking in their boots at the mere thought of what’s coming. It’s not just pain they’re afraid of; it’s that specific, unyielding secret of mine that breaks down their defenses layer by layer until there’s nowhere left to hide.
My secret – is revealed below in the FanVue/Patreon ppv part of the story 🙂
