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Get down and clean my feet. I watch you work and complain the whole time because you’re barely trying. Half effort. Lazy. Sloppy. I tell you I’m sick of having to correct you over and over when it’s obvious you’re not fully committed anymore. That’s when I tell you, you’re dismissed as my slave. But don’t get excited. You don’t get to just walk away. You never did. You’re mine, and you’re going to be mine forever. I explain how I deal with slaves who are dismissed. I consume them. I lean in close, taunting you as I taste you, telling you how delicious you are and how that just makes this even sweeter for me. You realize, too late, that this is your consequence. In one final moment, I take you whole. Swallowed and gone. Dismissed and devoured, kept inside me forever exactly where you belong.