Two slaves start flexing, trying to act tough, picking on each other and bragging about which of them is the strongest. It’s honestly pathetic... two weaklings pretending to be alphas when they’re nothing but toys for their goddesses. Miss Ava Black and I catch them in the act, and the moment we step into the room, they look worried. They know they’re in trouble. They know what’s coming. We decide to remind them exactly who’s in charge. Their little power struggle ends the second we put our hands on them. We beat them down effortlessly, trading blows and insults, making them feel every ounce of their inferiority. Our nails rake across their skin, our fists and slaps knock the air from their chests. The room fills with the sound of laughter, groans, and humiliation. But we’re not done yet. To make sure the lesson sinks in, we bring out the baseball bat. Just the sight of it makes them tremble.We laugh as we hurt them even further and their ego... is even more bruised with our cackling. At the end they end up on their knees where they belong.
