One thing I love in certain situations, are the tears of a slave. Groans, tears, pray … real, no fiction.
Tears of humiliation, pain and even content of a vain attempt to emotional manipulation on his hand (which is intensified when he checks does not get what he wants).
I don’t mean little tears of crocodile or whining children for anything. Carry my dog crying, playing with his emotions, forcing psychological limits, make him feel helpless eveng knowing he is ‘protected’, gives me a sublime sense of power that I enjoy greatly.
The cry of a slave is indicative of a strong feeling either of fear, uncertainty, overwhelmed with excitement or fear about the possibility of forcing a delicate limit.
Anyway, no theaters, no hype, no drama, real tears at certain times excites me.