ITALIAN SPEAKINGHe, our slave, is ready. Resigned. Naked, he waits for us to use him as a doormat. My friends and I (just look at this beauty) are in the mood to be very cruel today. We?ll make him suffer more than usual. Sky-high heels?deadly. Here we go: one by one, we climb onto his defenseless body and trample him with our heels. I linger longer on top of him. First I crush his face, then I start walking all over him, heedless of his moans. The skin on his body turns red. Cruel holes appear, caused by our heels. We reduce him to a sieve. The worm moans. He cries. He begs. But we are relentless; in fact, it excites us even more. We reduce him to a human rug, stained and marked by our heels. He endures, he whimpers. It?s useless. We decide.
