Cruel fun

"Yawn..."

I stretched my arms lazily as I slowly opened my eyes.

"Good morning, master."

Upon waking up fully, a rush of disorientation washed over me. I realized I wasn't in my usual, suffocating bedroom, but in a completely different place. And right there, standing by the door, was a completely naked woman, staring at me with hollow eyes and a face stripped of any human emotion.

"So it wasn't a dream..."

My name is Kim. And yesterday, after that mysterious man handed me that strange black sphere capable of brainwashing people, I decided to use it on this businesswoman named Sara. At first, I just wanted to see if she was truly under my absolute control or if it was all just an elaborate, cruel prank against me.

But the harsh reality was standing right in front of me. It was all real.

"What is all this?"

After confirming my new toy's absolute submission, I took my time inspecting Sara's apartment room.

"Yes, those are letters from my friends back in my college days and photographs we took together back then."

At first glance, it looked like a pristine, elegant, and cozy space.

"Were these things important to you?"

However, among all the decor, a collection of photographs and several neatly organized letters on the bookshelf caught my attention.

"Yes, a close friend sent them to me for my birthday when I was going through a very difficult time trying to find a job. I was exhausted and had completely forgotten the date, but my friend sent me a gift along with that letter..."

Sara's voice sounded completely flat and robotic, answering instantly without hesitation.

"Shut up. From now on, this is my room, so all of this is completely unnecessary. Can I throw it in the trash?"

I don't give a damn about her stupid memories.

"Yes, master."

A toy doesn't need any of that.

"You have way too many clothes. Do you like dressing up?"

Next, when I opened her closet, I found it packed with fine, expensive clothes, meticulously organized by color.

"Yes."

Wasting no time, I ordered Sara to grab trash bags and start dumping her precious photos, letters, clothes, and any personal belongings inside.

"You're a slave. Slaves don't need these kinds of luxuries, so I'm going to throw them all away."

Watching the way she discarded her most cherished memories without a second thought, without a single shadow of sadness or hesitation on her face, sent a chill down my spine.

"Yes, master."

At that precise moment, I truly grasped the sheer magnitude of the power I held over this woman.

"Good. While you're inside the house, you will remain completely naked, but when we go outside, you will wear only what I choose for you. Now, we're going to buy you some plain clothes using your own money, because I need you to start working for me."

Once the vast majority of her belongings ended up inside the black garbage bags, the room was left completely stripped down, empty, and impersonal.

"Yes, master."

This feeling of playing at will with the lives of others...

"Oh, what a refreshing feeling! You feel good seeing all of this cleaned out too, don't you?"

It's irresistible!!

"Yes, master, I feel extremely good."

As I said this, I reached my hand into one of the trash bags and pulled out a lovely photograph in which Sara was beaming happily alongside her old friends.

"Hmm, in that case..."

We are going to destroy everything.

"I'm going to throw this into the toilet so you can poop on top of it. Will you do it?"

Sara answered with icy indifference, as if I were asking her to perform the most ordinary task in the world.

"Yes, master, I will do it."

After tossing the photograph into the bottom of the bowl, Sara walked into the bathroom, positioned herself over the toilet, and began to strain in silence.

"When you're finished, I want you to shout your name and the exact action you are performing out loud."

"Yes, master."

After a few moments of steady effort...

"Sara is going to poop!"

Immediately after those words left her mouth, a loud, heavy splash echoed from inside the toilet bowl.

"Ugh! What on earth did you eat?! That stinks horribly!"

"I am deeply sorry, master."

"Starting today, you will never use the bathroom in this house again. From now on, whenever you feel the urge, you'll do it in deserted areas or dark alleyways."

"Yes, master."

"Ah, and make sure to record a video on your phone every time you do it. And remember to say the exact same words I taught you."

"Understood, master."

I stared down at the bottom of the toilet. That photograph, submerged and covered in Sara's feces, deserved to end up right there—sunk in shit. That whole perfect, happy life she used to parade around was probably built on top of stomping down miserable people like me.

That's why, enjoying every single second of it, I am going to ruin and crush every last bit of it.