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As the sun began to set on Thornwood Estate, Alexander Harrington devised another cruel method to humiliate Daniel, the degradation ****. Summoning Daniel to the grand hall, Alexander's eyes gleamed with malicious intent.

"Daniel," he called out, his voice echoing through the expansive room. "It's time for you to fulfill your duties. You will lick the floors clean. Every inch, until they shine."

Daniel's heart sank, but he knew better than to protest. With a sense of resignation, he dropped to his hands and knees, his body already aching from the day's ordeals. His tongue darted out, touching the cold, hard floor, the taste of dust and grime assaulting his senses.

The other slaves gathered around, their expressions a mix of pity and disdain. Some watched with morbid curiosity, while others sneered, their earlier mockery still fresh in Daniel's mind. But Alexander's word was law, and none dared to intervene.

As Daniel crawled across the floor, licking up dirt and debris, he felt the stinging burn of humiliation wash over him. His mouth grew dry, his tongue sore and raw from the relentless task. The rough texture of the floor against his skin only added to his discomfort, but he pressed on, knowing that there was no escape from his master's cruel commands.

"Look at him," one of the slaves muttered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Reduced to nothing more than a human mop."

"Pathetic," another added with a snicker. "He deserves every bit of this."

Despite their taunts, Daniel focused on his task, his mind a whirl of shame and defiance. He licked every inch of the floor, the bitter taste of dirt a constant reminder of his degradation.

Hours passed, and finally, with the floor gleaming under the dim light of the chandeliers, Daniel collapsed, exhausted and humiliated. His body ached, and his tongue felt numb and swollen. He looked up at Alexander, hoping for a word of approval or even just a sign that his torment was over.

Alexander merely smirked. "Well done, Daniel," he said, his voice devoid of any real praise. "You may rest now. But remember, your humiliation serves a purpose. It reminds you of your place here at Thornwood Estate."