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What's your favorite method of torture?
“Come now, friend. You can’t expect me to pick just one method when the potential to inflict pain is endless...” Roman said, eyes glinting like chips of black ice floating in a winter sea. If ever there was a topic he thoroughly enjoyed, torture was it but alas, most people found it too uncomfortable or even downright unacceptable as casual conversation, much less going into specific detail about it.
”See... torture, there’s no one right way of going about it. Your average serial killer and sadist, they get these ideas in their heads, start falling back on particular methods. I like tried and tested as much as any other guy out there but they lack dedication. They use torture as a tool. Me? I make it into a work of art, exploring the possibilities to maximize suffering and misery.” He sighed longingly, fingers itching for some quality fun. It had been a couple of weeks since he’d last unwound with a good session, being too caught up in his work as of late to truly dedicate himself to his most macabre of hobbies. An idiot rookie who’d let him down had been his most recent playmate, hardly the type to appreciate his endeavours. He hadn’t lasted long either, losing consciousness not even twenty minutes into the fun while begging all the while for it to end. Roman scoffed. He’d never liked it when they did that. Such people were hardly a challenge when anything could make them beg and plead for mercy. He leaned forwards in his seat, fishing a cigar from his pocket before lighting it up and inhaling the intoxicating fumes which soothed his agitated hands before breathing out a lungful of smoke, eyes cold and hungry like a shark that had just scented blood in the water. "Can’t tell you all my secrets but I’ll tell you about an entertaining session I had. Had this couple in my hands one time, hadn’t done me any wrong but they were involved with somebody who had. Naturally I had to send a message and what better way than to target a loved one? I took my sweet time with the husband first, taking him apart bit by bit. He took it like a champ on the promise I wouldn’t harm a hair on his pretty wife’s head so I didn’t. Didn’t promise I wouldn’t make her swallow his eyeball like a gumball though.” Oh, how she’d screamed. She’d wailed like a banshee when her husband passed out for the last time, his body too wracked by the agonizing marathon of suffering he’d been put through. She screamed a hell of a lot more when he’d clamped her mouth open and dropped the slippery orb down her throat, veins and all. He tutted at the memory, flicking away the ash at the end of his cigar. Eyeballs were so tricky to keep in one piece but he’d gotten it down pretty nicely by now, he liked to think. He’d certainly removed enough of them over the years.
“One person dead, the other mentally broken and locked up in a mental institute for life. Torture ain’t just sticking bamboo needles under some schmuck’s fingernails or waterboarding his face while he’s strapped down on a table, you gotta get imaginative and figure out what makes him tick! One man’s pain is another man’s hell so it doesn’t do just to stick with the basics, no no no. You gotta dig deep to find the nerve that aches the most, be it physically or mentally.”