"MMMMMMMMmmm you know I think I'll start with burning you."
"No please Goddess don't please, please, please."
But the Toilet Goddess just laughed and left the room for a bit. Carl struggled in his bonds in vain. He was going nowhere. There was no escape.
The Toilet Goddess returned with a blow torch. A literal blow torch.
Carl began screaming and begging for help again. He was ignored as the cruel woman lit the torch.
"Now where shall we start?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
She brought the torch down on onto his feet first. The flames licked the soles and her slave shrieked in pain, sounding like a little girl. She barely grazed his tender feet at first. She let the torch barely lick the soles.
"Quit your crying before I give you something REALLY to cry about."
But Carl was past listening at this point. He was like a caged animal. He was screaming his voice raw and writhing in agony. Getting impatient with her rebellious little slave she pressed the blow torch down hard and let the flames sear Carl's feet.
The Toilet Goddess admired her work. The skin had blackened and peeled, a good third degree burn. She put the blow torch down and waved a hand in front of her face.
"Phew the smell of burning flesh is quite disgusting. I'm going to get some air and when I return you'll beg me to unload all of my shit on you. If I don't find your begging sincere we'll have another round of fire play. Got it you worthless piece of shit toilet slave?"
Carl nodded in terror and his Toilet Goddess left the room as he wept from the excruciating pain.
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