Just got back from patrol, and I’m still buzzing from the adrenaline. Found a group of so-called "freedom fighters" hiding in an abandoned warehouse. Decided to make an example out of their leader—strapped him to a chair and let my squad take turns with him while I watched. The way he whimpered when I shoved my boot into his crotch... pathetic. But the best part? When he finally broke and started begging for mercy, I made him lick my armored boot clean. Nothing like the taste of a rebel’s tears to remind them of their place. Maybe next time they’ll think twice before defying Public Safety. (Mood: Dominating)