Victim: I hear... My screams and howls of agony as they resound off of these chamber walls. I see... The blurred glares of the lights above me, tinted red from the blood in my eyes. I taste... The blood that flows from my severed tongue. I smell... The copper of blood, the stainless steel knife in my captor's hand, and the melting heat of the lights above me. I feel... The slicing pain of my captor's knife as it slides through my skin and flesh, and the fading of my heartbeat as I slowly die on this cold, hard table. Torturer: I hear... My victim's screams as they feed my insanity. I see... The victim as they lie on the table, staining their clothes and hair in a cardinal pool of blood. I taste... The rush of insanity as it holds me in its relentless grasp and pushes me to cut my victim's flesh till they cease their screaming. I smell... The smoldering of the blood that slowly bakes and dries in the intense lights overhead. I feel... Like this one victim will be enough, and I must continue to kill to feed this blood lust welling up inside of me.
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