Be wise, my son, and bring joy to my heart, then I can answer my tormentor.

Your tormentor enjoys your screams. Give him his joy, you re no match, and your screams cannot be contained. My screams did not please him enough, so he exchanged the tube for a cable.

There s no way for us to measure how long we are here, we can only estimate it, and we can t keep this up for long, for fear of a sudden entrance by our tormentor.

Despite everything we ve been through this past week the beatings, the torture, the denailing, the electrical currents that run more powerfully through our bodies than through the prison wiring, there are still people amongst us who have the power to revolt against their tormentor.