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He paces back and forth, his sneakers grinding the bread into a paste, the sight and sound of the destruction sending shivers down his spine. The bread, once soft and yielding, now clings to his soles, a sticky, humiliating reminder of his fetish. He pauses, looking down at the mess, a mix of disgust and arousal warring on his face, before continuing his sole savagery, his body tensing with each step.