[ WP ] Describe a brutal torture from the point of view of the torturer .

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 `` I have to be more careful,'' I thought to myself. `` He almost died before it was time.'' 
 I looked down at the weeping man strapped to the chair in front of me. He looked up in terror at me as I wiped the blood off of knife. 
 I had already tortured him so much, he thought I had no more pain to inflict. Little did he know that I like to start easy. 
 `` Please,'' he begged in tears. `` Do n't do this.'' 
 `` I have to,'' I said solemnly. He had already been crying, but now he began to openly weep. 
 I admired my handy work. I had crushed his hand with my hammer, sliced off his ear, sliced off a patch of the skin from his chest, nailed his ankles to the chair, and used plyers to shatter a few of his teeth. He was losing a little blood, to say the least. 
 But now was time for my three best moves. I always hated to do the moves, but I knew I had to. 
 I shoved the oily rag back in his mouth to stifle his screeches, and walked behind him. I grabbed a pair of needle nose plyers from my work bench and turned to face his back. 
 I grabbed him by the chin and forced his head back until he was looking at me. He looked up in terror as I strapped his head in thay position. 
 Then I held his eyelids open with my left hand, and slowly pushed the plyers in with my right. 
 His scream was deafening even through the rag. I held his head very still as I opened the plyers, pushed them in deeper, clamped them, and ripped them out. His body convulsed violently against the chair. I unstrapped his head and let him thrash around in pain. 
 Not to drag out the ending, I tossed the plyers down and opened a cabinet. From it I pulled out three metal balls, each slightly larger than the previous. They ranged from a pea sized ball to walnut sized. 
 I brought them in front of his good eye. `` I'm letting you pick this one,'' I said. One for your mouth, one for your ass, and one for your testicles.'' 
 He was still jerking around, so I jabbed my thumb into his bad eye-hole. He screamed, but held still, so I took my thumb out and wiped it on his shirt. 
 I showed him the balls again. After a second to let him cool down, I pulled the rag from his mouth. 
 He spoke in sobs quickly and said, `` Ass, mouth, balls,'' nodding from largest to smallest. 
 I sighed in disappointment at his choice. It would be very painful for him. If he had just picked the largest for his mouth, he could choke to death and be done early. I did n't have to do all of my big moves, I just had to do at least one to get the job done. 
 I cut the side of his pants, and tore them away. I picked up the middle ball with a pair of long pliers. Then I took my blowtorch and burned the ball. He screamed and begged, but I had to complete this job, regardless of how bad I wanted to release him. 
 When it was red hot, I pulled his head back and opened his mouth. He tried to fight back, but I let the ball touch his lip and he opened his mouth to avoid touching it. And I dropped it in. 
 He shook and tried to scream, but the ball slipped into his throat and only terrible smelling smoke poured out. I quickly dropped down below the chair and lit the bigger ball the same way. 
 This one I had to hammer in to get to stay. He urinated and defecated, but I finally wedged it into his ass. 
 Finally, I took a small box cutter and knicked the area of his testicles that connected them to his penis. He was experiencing so much pain, I thankfully dont think he noticed. 
 I lit the last and smallest ball and dropped it into the incision in his balls. He noticed that. 
 I had to give him a little bit of time to finally stop screaming. Finally, he looked up at me and tried to gasp out, `` Why?'' 
 `` I have to,'' I stated. 
 `` Why?'' He asked again, trying to yell. 
 `` To shut the voices in my head up,'' I replied. 
 I figure he already knew he was n't being tortured for any reason in particular, but he looked a little upset to hear his killer say it. It was time for my final move. 
 I walked up to the chair and unstrapped him. I walked around and pulled the nails from his ankles. He screamed in pain and looked down at me in confusion. I got up and walked over to the garage door. I pulled it open and bright orange light from the setting sun poured in over the woods outside. 
 `` You're free,'' I said. `` Go on.'' 
 He looked at me fearfully for a minute, but quickly decided to just go for it. His attempt to get out was pitiful. He could n't stand, so he fell to his hands and knees. He slowly dragged himself across the floor as blood, burnt flesh, pus, and the small ball fell from him. Finally he reached the doorway next to me. 
 I slammed his head in the doorway and kicked his body backwards. He cried and looked up at me in horror. I shut the door, grabbed my sledgehammer from beside me, and held it above my head. 
 `` Sorry, bud. I have a method to follow,'' I said. 
 He screamed and covered his face with his arm, but he was silent in one swing. The hammer crushed in the eye socket on his good eye, but I kept swinging until I saw brain just for good measure. 
 I removed my messy gloves, smock, and clown mask. I wiped the sweat from my face as I tossed them all in the bucket beside me and opened the garage door. 
 My phone began to ring in my pocket as I locked the door with a large pad lock. 
 I pulled my phone out and answered it. `` Hello?'' I said into the phone. 
 `` Hey babydoll,'' my wife replied. `` Are you getting home soon? The kids want you to read them the bedtime stories tonight.'' 
 `` Hey shnookums,'' I said. `` You tell them daddy is on his way back right now. I just got done at work. Now I just have to clean up and I'll be on my way home. I love you sweetie. See you guys soon.''
