You heard His finger-snaps. You dropped all chores, rushed to Him in the backyard and crouched down beside His boots.
“I want a smoke,” He said.
You heard Him speak. You immediately stood up, went to fetch His cigar box. and presented the collection to Him. He didn’t even look at you; you are not worth it. He simply glanced over the cigars, picked out the one He wants, and held it out.
You quickly put down the box, took His cigar cutter and clipped off the cap. Without a word, he put the cigar in his mouth. You brought a lighter near His cigar. He leaned the cigar tip towards the flame, again without acknowledging your existence. Once it is lit, he lounged back and started smoking.
You crouched back down at His feet, quietly awaiting orders from the Man. All of a sudden, he stomped his foot right on your hand.
“I don’t have a fucking ashtray! Faggots are so stupid!”
You fearfully rose up and presented your mouth wide open. He spared no hesitation as He flicked the warm ash right into your eye instead of your mouth. You flinched in pain as tears welled up.
This is the only time He glanced down at you, to see you suffer. It was a look of disgust, annoyance and indifference. Before long, He looked up to take the next puff because He simply doesn’t give a fuck about you.
He continued to smoke His cigar, and flicking the ashes in your mouth. You are simply an object at His disposal.