It was an ordinary day at the stable when the group of ladies decided to welcome their new „guest.“ Smiles and laughter echoed through the room as they turned to greet the prisoner. He stood nervously, his eyes darting between the women.
„Hey, look! There’s your place!“ one of the ladies called with a mischievous grin. With a sweeping hand gesture, she indicated the floor at her feet. The prisoner sighed, knowing what that meant. Reluctantly, he dropped to his knees and lay flat. „That’s it! You’ll be safe down here,“ another laughed.
A short time later, the women took off their boots and placed them on him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. „Look, now you’re really just the dirty ground beneath our feet,“ one of them said. She and the others giggled at the thought that the prisoner was nothing more than a plaything to them.
After they’d had enough fun, they closed the stable doors and led him into the cage at the back of the room. „Welcome to your new home,“ one of the ladies called out. The prisoner was clearly nothing more than another object in their collection—and so his new life began in the cage, all alone, while they enjoyed themselves outside.
