
I've been a bad girl. I haven't taken good care of the cellar and now I'm being taught a lesson. My master has chained me in the cellar and made me to live there until the last bit of dirt has been taken care of. Covered in filth, I have to wipe the floor with a tiny piece of fabric and experience what it means to live in the dirt. I cannot afford to get tired, because my master vigils on me and he takes pleasure in punishing me with his bolted belt. And when I get hungry, I appreciate his generosity and I'm happy to pick the simple food that he throws on the dirty floor for me and to eat it. I'm a bitch, and all I deserve is dog training.
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