This is the motto of every torturer in Hell.
Did you know that there are some people who, no matter how brutal the attack, react worse, over infinite time, to psychologial warfare instead of physical?
Someone who’s had their little toes melted off a thousand times still hates it, but doesn’t wonder if they’re doing the wron thing. It’s a little late.
But the person–demon?–person condemned to Hell gets to wave the pitchfork around, but nothing actually makes the screams sexy. And most people who find screams sexy end up on the wrong side of the Infinite “Antidisestablishmentarianism” branding irons.
I’m not asking you to feel bad for the person torturing you.
But have some compassion. They don’t want this any more than you do.
Unless you’re some kind of weirdo or something.
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