Don't kneel

“It’s this lack of respect for your betters that got you here in the first place,” she tells you, anger in her voice. “I’d throw you in the dungeon with Lex and Lionel but a specimen like you could never measure up to them.”

She kicks you in the balls and then before you can recover, she jumps on your back, forcing you to fall to the ground. As you writhe beneath her, she moves to sit on the top of your back, placing her feet on the ground on either side of your head. Linking her hands beneath your chin, she pulls your head back, putting a stop to any writhing.

As you wonder if your neck will break, she just pulls your head back further. She rams her feet beneath your face, and the smothering begins.

It doesn’t last long, but it seems to last forever, as the sweaty nylon soles of her feet push against your mouth and nose, and you feel the full weight of Martha on your back, holding the power as to whether you live or die.

“Go to sleep, worm,” she keeps telling you, and then her voice stops and there is only darkness.