[ WP ] A torturer decides to take up an unlikely method of torture in his dungeon room .

Chris slammed on the brakes. The Toyota Corolla screeched and slid to a halt. The man in the passenger seat struggled with his restraints. `` Please, no more. I ca n't take this anymore,'' he cried. 
 
 Chris smiled and put the turn signal on. `` Oh god,'' the man moaned. Chris began moving forward again, but he did n't change lanes. The turn signal kept clicking. Chris began whistling. 
 
 `` please, for the love of god, change lanes or turn it off. It's hurting me!'' The man screamed, trying to bang his head against the side door. The seatbelt was too tight. 
 
 `` Hmm, I think I'm gon na drive ten less than the speed limit in the fast lane,'' Chris said whimsically to himself as the car moved into the next lane. The man just moaned in pain, not daring to open his eyes. `` Please, I'm a race car driver, let me drive! I can do what you want! Please end this!'' 
 
 Chris turned his high beams on. The car ahead immediately flashed his brakes, waving angrily at Chris. The man tried to lower himself in the seat, hoping to not be associated with Chris. 
 
 `` Hey, my passenger here said to turn the brights on, it's ok it's just for a sec,'' Chris screamed out the side. The other driver flipped the passenger the bird and drove off. Chris smirked at him. He was openly sobbing now. 
 
 `` Fine, I will give you the nuclear codes. Just let me die. Let me drive off the pier. I'm too far gone,'' he said softly, fits and sniffles coming through. 
 
 Chris pushed the transmission into 4th gear and then quickly smashed the stick so it could n't change gear. `` Now you can only drive in 4th. Have fun,'' he said, getting out of the car. The screams could be heard for a mile.
