A drain without air!

While he’s close to tears, I’m on the other hand close to laughter! I can’t explain how much I love to control this loser’s breaths. Indeed I complain about his cants, but secretly it’s my favorite indicator for his level of pain. No sooner did I let him breathe again than it sounded like it was his first breath for years! And I am the one to control it. The less he likes it, the more I love it!!