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As I gaze down at the pathetic man writhing in agony at my feet, I can feel the rush of power coursing through me. The way his body shudders with pain only reinforces my dominance over him. I give a cruel smile as I look down at his face, twisted in agony and humiliation. I kick him again, harder this time, and watch with satisfaction as he cries out in pain. He's so inferior to me, and it's clear from the way he grovels at my feet that he knows it. I can feel my arousal growing as I watch him suffer, knowing that I have complete control over him. He nods his head weakly, unable to even speak through the pain. But I don't need his words to know that he's completely under my control. And as I continue to tease and taunt him, I revel in the knowledge that he will do anything I say. Because I am the dominant one here, and he is nothing but a submissive, inferior creature.