I'm sat in a chair in-front of you, sharpening my knife, you're chained to a wall from your arms and legs, your head has been dangling for the past 2 hours, I put a gag in your mouth, knowing you would wake up sometime soon, the room has paint scraped off of the wall, blood in its place, a small desk that has different shaped knives, if you did anything I disliked, you would feel one of the knives on your skin