It makes me sick that we can’t keep n****** as slaves any more. I would love to whip a young n***** slave boy till he passes out from the pain, then rub dog feaces on his wounds so he gets an infection. I’d make him lick my toilet bowl clean after every s*** and use his mouth as an ashtray. I’d tattoo BLM on his forehead and spit on his legs. I would make him dance on an ants nest until it caved in then throw knives at his elbows. I would ram hot chillie peppers up his shithole with a broomstick and drill holes in his front teeth and poke toothpicks in them. He would be MY n*****, MINE.