Fuck that, better to die now!

You take this opportunity to defiantly spit in Dirty Dakota's face.

"I'd rather die now than live under your nasty fucking feet!"

There's a satisfying split-second reaction of disgust and surprise from her when you do this, but she quickly hides this and laughs it off.

"Oh, but you will, bitch. You'll spend the rest of your life under my feet... it just won't be very long!"

She punctuates the threat by quickly shoving her dirty, rancid foot into your mouth. Your eyes widen in abject terror as you grip her ankles in a futile attempt to remove her foot from your mouth. You begin to gag uncontrollably as she chokes you with one foot, and strangles your throat with the other. Tears well up, and your tough girl facade quickly fades.

"Pleaasshh... not like thisshhh..." you sob.

"Oh yes, bitch. JUST like this. How's it taste, huh loser? Does it taste like... defeat?"

The roar of your crowd gets louder as she twists her foot and laughs cruelly. Then suddenly, her smile disappears for a moment as she looks directly into your crying eyes.

"This is where you belong. Beneath me, begging like a little bitch under my feet."

She grabs your hair painfully and spits on your face, smearing it with the other hand and forming an 'L' shape as she presses it against your forehead.

"Loser."

Those are the final words you ever hear clearly. As you fade away, you're filled with a deep sense of bitter resentment at your failure. You wanted to be a badass Domina so much, but you were no match for a true warrior.

You drink in Dirty Dakota's salty sweat as your whole world goes black.

It can't end like this....