I wonder how much pain you can take before you beg me to end your entire little world. Watch me smoke this hot, lit cigarette, slow and deliberate, while I conjure cruel new ways to make you whimper and prove how pathetic you are for me. Every ring of smoke is another idea to twist you, another way to push you past your limits until you’re nothing but noise under my control.
You thought you could handle it. You thought you could survive my hands and my words. Tonight you learn the truth, and by the time I’m finished you’ll be begging for mercy and loving every second of your own undoing.