Ropes chafe my wrists. Cigarette burns dot my skin. Blood drips from my ears. There is no sound except ringing. He stands above me heavily breathing. I see his fist coming towards my face. White dots explode in my vision. They clear and I see is sadistic smile. He enjoys causing me pain. He puts the collar on my neck. He unties my arms and chains my collar to the floor. He takes a red hot rod and touches my naked back. Pain is all I feel. He does this again and again until my arms give out. Pulling on my collar he drags my to the water. He picks me up and plunges me in. I try to come up for air but I am forced under. I am drowning. He does this again and again. When he is bored of that and flings me to the hard floor. He sits for a moment and stares at me. I can no longer fight and he knows it. I look over at the pile of the others before me. He smiles as he sees my eyes. Walking over to the table he grabs the knife. Grabbing my collar he jerks me up to my knees. I feel the cold steel on my throat. One swift move of his arm and there's a spray of red. I gurgle and fall. Red covers the floor. Then there's nothing. No more pain.