TOILET

The Smith estate, early morning. The grand dining room is lavishly decorated, with a long table set for breakfast. Adjacent is a small, dimly lit bathroom, stark and utilitarian, where Jamal's next ordeal awaits.

Characters:

Jamal Smith: The 18-year-old black boy, enduring relentless humiliation and degradation.

Nathan Smith: The 20-year-old white male, cruel and domineering.

Michael Smith: The 35-year-old father, stern and indifferent to Jamal's suffering.

Emily Smith: The 32-year-old mother, detached and cold.

James Smith: The 30-year-old uncle, enjoying the power and control over Jamal.

Scene:

The camera opens with a shot of the luxurious dining room, the morning sunlight streaming through the large windows. The table is set with an elaborate breakfast spread, the aroma of freshly cooked food filling the air. The scene shifts to Jamal, who is struggling to stand, an additional stone now tied to his chastity cage. The weight is unbearable, and he can barely keep his balance.

Nathan: (smirking) Hurry up, Jamal. Breakfast won't serve itself.

Jamal nods, his face etched with pain and exhaustion. He slowly makes his way to the table, his steps faltering under the heavy burden. Each movement sends waves of pain through his body, the stones swinging heavily with every step.

Michael: (impatiently) Move faster, boy. We don't have all day.

Jamal quickens his pace as much as he can, wincing with every step. He begins to serve the family, placing plates of food in front of each member. His hands tremble, causing the dishes to rattle as he sets them down.

Emily: (coldly) Be careful, Jamal. We don't want another broken plate.

Jamal nods silently, his focus entirely on completing his task without further incident. The camera captures the strain on his face, the sweat dripping from his brow as he serves each family member. Nathan watches with a cruel smile, occasionally yanking on the rope attached to the stones, causing Jamal to stumble and gasp in pain.

James: (mockingly) You look like you're about to collapse, Jamal. Maybe we should add another stone.

Nathan: (laughing) Now that's an idea.

Jamal finishes serving breakfast, his body trembling with exhaustion. As the family begins to eat, Nathan points towards the small bathroom adjacent to the dining room.

Nathan: (commanding) Now, go clean the toilet. And use your hands.

Jamal's eyes widen in horror, but he knows better than to protest. He shuffles towards the bathroom, the added weight making it nearly impossible to walk straight. The camera follows him, capturing every agonizing step.

Inside the bathroom, the scene is starkly different from the opulence of the dining room. The toilet is filthy, a symbol of the degradation Jamal is **** to endure. He kneels in front of it, the stones pulling painfully at his groin.

Jamal: (softly) Yes, Master Nathan.

Jamal hesitantly reaches into the toilet with his bare hands, his face contorted in disgust and humiliation. He begins to scrub, the filth clinging to his skin. The camera captures his every movement, the sheer indignity of the task evident in his expression.

Back in the dining room, the family continues their breakfast, their conversation punctuated by occasional glances towards the bathroom and cruel laughter.

Michael: (indifferently) Make sure it's spotless, Jamal. We expect nothing less.

Jamal scrubs harder, his hands raw and bleeding from the rough porcelain and harsh cleaning agents. The camera focuses on the tears streaming down his face, mingling with the filth on his hands.

Nathan: (mocking) You're doing great, Jamal. Maybe we'll let you use some soap next time.

Jamal's body is shaking with exhaustion and pain, but he continues to clean, driven by the knowledge that any failure will result in even harsher punishment. The camera captures the final moments of his task, the toilet now clean but Jamal's spirit visibly broken.

Emily: (coldly) Finish up and come back here. We have more work for you.

Jamal nods weakly, his body trembling as he stands. He shuffles back to the dining room, the weight of the stones pulling painfully with every step. The family watches, their expressions a mix of indifference and cruel satisfaction.