Aldo gets up early to work and before leaving, he leaves a plate of food for the Sayayin in his dungeon and empties the bucket in my bathroom that the Sayayin uses for his needs.

Today, like every day, I wake up at noon, walk to the dungeon and open the door. Sayayin already knows that my first morning pisses are for him. It was hard work to train him to drink them:

He had spent three weeks under my power, I had rationed his food so much that he always stayed hungry. Not that I starved him, it's just that being a successful boxer and used to high-protein diets, the vegetables and fish I gave him daily nourished him but didn't satisfy him. He was in a bad mood and constantly complained, but at the end of the day, the Sayayin was simply a primate whose reactions were easy to predict.

"I can't keep eating this crap," he told me one day, throwing the plate to the floor, the plate shattered into a thousand pieces and the food spilled at his feet.

"I already explained that if I'm being watched, I can't buy double the amount of meat we usually buy at night," I said. I wasn't paranoid, but for my plan to work, the Sayayin had to disappear completely in my house without anyone noticing that something had changed in my daily life.

"I need to eat more!" he shouted, getting up furiously from his mattress. At that time, the mattress was in the center of the dungeon, the chain on his ankle was very short and I could quickly position myself out of his reach on one side.

"Sit down!" I immediately told him, taking the whip I used to beat him in the beginning on his buttocks to "mold his character". Sayayin knew that no matter if he hit me, sooner or later he would receive his punishment and I wouldn't be lenient.

Sayayin returned to the mattress to sit - no, you don't deserve to be sitting, get on your knees - I ordered and the boxer reluctantly obeyed.

"Since you can't thank us for the food we buy for you without paying for it, you're going to receive a punishment," I said. "You're going to eat what you just threw on the floor like a dog, without using your hands."

Sayayin didn't move, he remained stoic with his chest upright, on his knees but firm, like a soldier being interrogated.

"Gustavo," I said, taking the whip. "If you don't eat, I'm going to let you starve until you can't get up." Sayayin didn't move, I stood there still, I knew he wouldn't do it, I took a broom we always keep inside the dungeon and pushed the food out of his reach. I left the room without saying anything.

I returned two hours later to the house with two dog bowls that I had to buy in the city so no one in the town would see me doing it. I entered the dungeon, placed the first bowl on the floor and, with my back turned to Sayayin, out of his reach, I peed into it, then I nudged it towards him with my foot - "you're not going to eat or drink anything again unless you finish that bowl of pis...