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With a sinister grin, Alexander rose from his seat, his meal finished and his appetite for dominance still unsated. He made his way to where the slaves knelt, their bowls of **** chow awaiting them. As he approached, a hush fell over the room, the other slaves watching in silent anticipation of their master's next move.

Without a word, Alexander began to spit into each ****'s bowl, his saliva mixing with the meager food before them. It was a cruel and degrading act, a reminder of their status as nothing more than animals to be fed at their master's whim.

Once he had finished, Alexander stepped back, a look of satisfaction on his face as he surveyed the scene before him. The slaves hesitated for a moment, their eyes flickering with uncertainty, before they began to eat, their hands bound behind their backs as they consumed their meal like animals, their mouths the only means of ingesting the food.

As they ate, Alexander watched with a sense of cruel amusement, reveling in the degradation of his helpless slaves. To him, they were nothing more than playthings, puppets to be controlled and manipulated for his own amusement.

And as the slaves continued to eat, their faces smeared with saliva and chow, Alexander knew that his power over them was absolute. For in the twisted world of Thornwood Estate, obedience was not a choice – it was a requirement, enforced with cruelty and dominance at every turn.