Ill Will

























Here we see regular male-prisoner tormentress, Ms Mukta madam, crouching down with her face right up next to a hapless prisoner’s slave’s face in the public kneeling stocks, so that he might smell her bad breath as she wishes him ill.

You can see too that she has placed a coiled up whip on the ground directly beneath his humble head, and she is asking him if he is frightened of her, and of what she might do to him with her whip? The pathetic prisoner-slave replies that he is indeed frightened of her, and most respectfully begs Ms Mukta madam for mercy.

What do you think? Should she show mercy and compassion towards him? Or wish him ill with her whip?

Note that we can just see a glimpse of one of her colourful red, green and yellow bootsocks inside her boots, thanks to her crouching position, but it’s not clear if the prisoner-slave can see it. To be fair, his mind is most probably focussed on Ms Mukta’s whip right now, rather than her socks! 


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