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Would it hurt?
Would it hurt you if I slowly plucked your arm hairs out one by one, just to watch the pain in your face? What if I tied you down and tore off your fingers one by one? Maybe I could just tear the flesh and muscles off first, to see if your bone will move. Maybe I should feed your fingers to you? Would you clench your teeth so hard they smashed? Would that hurt, too? I want to you to tell me how much it hurts while it happens. What if I strapped you down, stacked logs on your stomach, and went a little axe crazy? Would it scare you? What if I poisoned you slowly each and every day, watching you die slowly. Would you beg me to kill you? Maybe I should turn myself into a weapon. I could get AIDS, drug you, and infect you? It's a death sentance, you know. You could live every day of your life not knowing you had a time bomb in your immune system. Do you know what happens with AIDS? The disease infects a few of your skin cells, and mass-produces, to hide from your white blood cells. When the time finally comes, the skin cells burst, unleashing the virus on you. Your immune system goes mad. It tries so hard to save you. You'll suffer extreme fevers monthly, all that jazz. Does that excite you? Does it scare you? Do you want to hurt me now, before I hurt you? What would you do if I said I already infected you? Scary, isn't it? Calm down, I'm only joking. Get checked if you feel so inclined. What would you think if I told you I was only playing around the whole time? I wasn't, for the record, but sometimes I consider the possibility that maybe you were. Were you? What if I told you I had poisoned you that day I gave you a drink, and the only way I'd give you the antidote is if you cut one of your arms off? Would you? What if I was only bluffing, or what if the poison was only in your arm, and removing your arm was the cure all along?
Would it hurt you if I slowly plucked your arm hairs out one by one, just to watch the pain in your face? What if I tied you down and tore off your fingers one by one? Maybe I could just tear the flesh and muscles off first, to see if your bone will move. Maybe I should feed your fingers to you? Would you clench your teeth so hard they smashed? Would that hurt, too? I want to you to tell me how much it hurts while it happens. What if I strapped you down, stacked logs on your stomach, and went a little axe crazy? Would it scare you? What if I poisoned you slowly each and every day, watching you die slowly. Would you beg me to kill you? Maybe I should turn myself into a weapon. I could get AIDS, drug you, and infect you? It's a death sentance, you know. You could live every day of your life not knowing you had a time bomb in your immune system. Do you know what happens with AIDS? The disease infects a few of your skin cells, and mass-produces, to hide from your white blood cells. When the time finally comes, the skin cells burst, unleashing the virus on you. Your immune system goes mad. It tries so hard to save you. You'll suffer extreme fevers monthly, all that jazz. Does that excite you? Does it scare you? Do you want to hurt me now, before I hurt you? What would you do if I said I already infected you? Scary, isn't it? Calm down, I'm only joking. Get checked if you feel so inclined. What would you think if I told you I was only playing around the whole time? I wasn't, for the record, but sometimes I consider the possibility that maybe you were. Were you? What if I told you I had poisoned you that day I gave you a drink, and the only way I'd give you the antidote is if you cut one of your arms off? Would you? What if I was only bluffing, or what if the poison was only in your arm, and removing your arm was the cure all along?