Merry Distress































It's Xmas Day and Ms Mukta and her husband are out for an afternoon stroll to walk off their sumptuous turkey dinner! They stop by a public humble-head whose concentrator device has been re-set by the authorities to make him especially timid and fearful at this time of year, thereby adding to his distress. In particular, they have made him terrified of socks, whilst still focussing the device on his customers' socks! As a result, he is absolutely terrified when Ms Mukta shows him her penguin-themed socks - the fool thinks the penguins are monsters who are going to eat him!

Of course, the more he fears and recoils from the socks, the more pain he is in as the concentrator device, quite rightly, punishes him for trying to escape his customer's socks. He is soon in a right old tizzy, caught between agonising pain and fear!

Ms Mukta enjoys mocking and mimicking the slave's pain and distress and poses for some happy holiday video footage of the event taken by her husband on his phone. Haha - merry distress, stupid slave!

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