Blood!
Ahahahaahahahahahahaah!
What? Do you think I would spare this guy?!
Nope!
You know what I did instead? While he was hitting his forehead hard into the hot soil, I made sure to bury his head into the dirt like it's supposed to. I mean, how dare he still lift his head in front of my presence?!
Tsk tsk, a fool…
I do have to say, I do seem to be feeling a bit sadistic at the moment. Although I will not let the old fella experience the joy of c*ck and ball torture, since that is definitely no way for my current sadism to be satisfied, I will let him experience something similar to that…
Thank goodness that this old fella has no idea about seggs and the fetishes that might come along with such an idea. I'm saying I'm glad that the old fella isn't a masochist, because honestly, if he was, the current sadistic ideas inside my mind would make the scenery between me and the great cultivator seem ghey.