he screams , as the straps over my hands suddenly spring open and i see his eyes , his demented eyes turn black in pain , now its my turn to rise slowly and walk over to where he is and peer at him , and though i know he cant see me i do know he can , somewhere in the depth of his tortured brain , hear me , as i lean forward so my lips almost touch his ear , feel what it does to you now , feel it rip your heart out , you sick , demented bastard .