CRUEL REELL - 21 FOR ME, 17 FOR YOU
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As soon as a man enters the circle of my sight, he loses all rights. He doesn't own anything anymore. Men have to learn to limit themselves in favor of every lady and to live for her at a minimum. Let's start with the air. It belongs to me first and foremost. I breathe in 21% oxygen. I exhale 17% oxygen again. These are then yours - if I allow it.
Published by Cruel-Reell
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Did you get scared?
It's nice out here in the fresh air, isn't it?
It's nice out here in the fresh air, isn't it?
You don't have to speak up.
Too bad you're only getting half of it now, huh?
But you didn't ask if you could breathe it.
Right?
And that's my air.
And you never have to ask what you're doing.
It's not true?
We don't want to go without permission, do we?
Still there?
Mmm.
My, my, my.
Hey, don't be greedy. Did you ask?
Why are you breathing?
Please listen to this.
What?
Please come here.
Will you stop breathing?
Or I'll have to take my gloves off.
Then he won't be able to get through the air.
You have 10 breaths. How many were there now?
5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10.
So you have to divide the larvae, or they get fat.
Even air.
That's my air.
One, two, three, four.
That ought to do it better for you.
Six, seven, eight.
Now you're breathing. That was stupid.
It might not have taken so long.
It's so nice to get rid of this place.
You can't really enjoy it, can you?
As a slave, one must learn to live sparingly with the absolute minimum.
Minimum minimum.
Unauthorised air withdrawal.
I think I need to take my gloves off.
All right, now we're done air-pulling leather.
You got a problem?
You want me to clean up the sand down there that's so comfortable?
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