If you were stranded on an island all by yourself with no sign of flora and fauna and your only choice was to nurture on your own flesh, would you rather die of hunger, or by your own affliction.
Torture you see, is a cruel master.
Imagine yourself standing on a platform and right when the train is barely a few feet away, you're whipped and swirled and hurled around by some mystery figure along the edge of the stage and before the train could smash your jaw like a clay fort he pulls you back to where you were and vanishes in the dark like think smoke.
You'll take a moment to reach the surface. grab your breath. look for water, neutralize your heartbeat, wipe your eyes, pant, cry, weep and then with a feeling best described as a blend of anger, astonishment, grief and suddenness look hastily deep in the dark for him. Trying to figure out who he was. What was his identity. What was his motive. His agenda. His despair, His pursuit. You wonder if you'd ever see him again. And thats it. Right at this very moment, he has won. Hands down. That fellow did his job well and good. Remember what they say about how you get EXACTLY what you wish for and hence be careful about it. You've just expressed a slightest of a fractional desire of seeing him again and yes, you will. Because you wish to. Because he's still looking at you. Because he's a torturer and he knows exactly how to show you the bad and hint you the worst and get you out of it and bring you to worse making you feel relieved while planting a seed of security. He knows your deepest fear and will not leave a chance to stir them right. He knows what you are made of. He knows you by heart.
