As I stepped out onto the terrace, I was immediately enveloped in the warm Mediterranean breeze and the stunning view of Rome stretched out before me. The sun was beating down on my skin, making each ray a reminder of my divinity as Dea Nemesis, the goddess of revenge and retribution. However, my peaceful moment was soon interrupted by the presence of a pathetic mortal slave lying at my feet. He was clearly there to serve me, but his uselessness was becoming increasingly apparent.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I looked down at him. His body was sprawled out like a rug, soaking up the sun's rays like he owned the world. Little did he know that this holiday was all for me - not him. As I towered over him, I couldn't resist a bit of fun at his expense. With a flick of my finger, I snatched away the book he was reading and cast it aside, watching as it fluttered to the ground. His pathetic attempt at reading didn't interest me in the slightest.
Feigning annoyance, I reached down and roughly yanked him to his feet. He stumbled and sputtered, clearly not expecting such treatment from his "mistress." I chuckled darkly as I ordered him to fetch me a drink. He scurried off to do my bidding, and when he returned, I noticed that he'd spilled a few drops of my divine nectar. Of course, instead of apologizing, he simply shrugged it off as if it were nothing.
Enraged by his incompetence, I decided to teach him a lesson. I emptied the contents of my glass onto his head, drenching him in my precious liquid. He sputtered and coughed, trying to wipe the liquid from his eyes as it streamed down his face. Then, I made him kneel before me while I relieved myself on the ground next to him. He looked up at me, confused and terrified, not knowing what to expect next.
Without another thought, I grabbed him by the hair and forced his head towards my golden showers. "Drink it all," I commanded, watching as he opened his mouth obediently. He gagged as the liquid poured into his mouth, but he managed to swallow every last drop. Satisfied with his performance – though it was barely worth acknowledging – I let him go, leaving him gasping for air.
Just when I thought this would be the end of his misery, he proved me wrong. He looked up at me with a pathetic expression and muttered something about needing to use the bathroom. My face contorted in disgust as I realized this slave was about to soil himself in front of me. With a huff of annoyance, I ordered him to go ahead. He stumbled off towards the bushes, giving me some semblance of privacy.
As I heard him relieving himself, an idea struck me. I walked over to where he'd spilled my nectar before, and with a smirk, I kicked it towards him. He looked up, confused, not understanding what I wanted. "Drink it," I commanded again, pointing to the puddle at his feet. He hesitated for a moment before lowering himself down onto all fours and lapping at the liquid.
I watched with a mix of disgust and amusement as he drank his own waste and my divine nectar, both of which now tasted the same to him. His eyes widened as he realized what he was doing, but he couldn't resist my command. When he was finished, I ordered him back onto his feet and marched him over to the fountain where I rinsed him off like a filthy dog.
Despite his best efforts to please me, I couldn't help but feel disappointment. This slave was nothing more than a waste of space – incapable of even fulfilling the most basic of tasks. As he stood before me, shivering and soaked, I knew there had to be a better way to use him.
Finally, it hit me. I motioned for him to lie back down on the ground, and as he did, I knelt down over him. With a sinister smile, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, blowing the smoke directly into his face. His eyes widened in fear as he realized what I was about to do. "You're going to be my human ashtray now," I told him coldly, grinding the cigarette butt into his skin. "Enjoy your new role, slave."
