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Here we go again. You haven't learned anything. If your spirit refuses to learn, perhaps your flesh will prove more reasonable.
How should I torture you for these sins you're commiting? What suffering would purge and purify you most properly? Don't attempt to answer. It's not a question. You have no say.
Maybe I should render you impotent. I would, little by little, diminish your universe. I would cut your tendons so you couldn't move. Not all at once, of course, but one by one, so that you could savor your fate. I would take one eye out or one ear, rip your tongue off chunk by chunk, or take out teeth, fingers or toes one day at a time. I would castrate you, dissect your penis and testicles, make sure sure you would see them and what state I leave them in. I would open your chest, break your ribs, take your beating heart out, show it to you and ask "Do we know who you are now? Is this the true you? Next up is your bones, I want to see what's beneath your marrow." No anesthetics of course, just enough medicine so you won't pass out or die from shock.
But maybe instead... I know! Let's put something inside you! Rats! Would that not be fitting? Rats are intelligent creatures. Certainly, they deserve to live more than you do. I would put them under your stomach. I know they could dig themselves out. I would put a metal jacket around your torso so that they could not escape easily. They would only go up or down. If they went down, they would eat through your intestines, reach your kidneys and bladder, destroy your lower portion so that you could no longer shit or piss, and then your penis and testicles. In the process I'm sure they would urinate and defecate themselves, inside of you.
But oh, if they went up... They would have to go through your stomach, tearing it open so that its acids would flood the rest of your body, mixing with your blood. They would then go through your lungs. Have you ever had a lung punctured? It's much like a balloon, once it's pinched, all of it deflates, making it useless, letting you only one to breathe with. If you were lucky, they would go through your heart, and end your pain there. But I hope they only lightly graze it, giving you short cardiac arrests. Then they might get out through your shoulders, but frankly, you deserve more. They should ascend through your throat, destroying your voice, which you've only known to misuse, forever. Then they could go out through your mouth, but they should go further up, dig through your palate, and into your brain! Rats in the brain! At last your destiny would be at its climax, the poetry of your life complete! You would babble still, but now it would be innocent nonsense, rather than the putridness that you post today.
Doxxer, you deserve the worst. It is not enough that you suffer. I will livestream your death. Dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands will see you destroyed and degraded. Oh, it will be one for the books. That will be your true punishment. Your pain will not be momentary, but will be remembered. You will be a legend! But of course, I will not give a reason for why it happened. No one will ever know. I will make sure that your face is destroyed and your body is never found. Your name will not be known. You will not even serve as a cautionary tale, your pain will be pointless. That is your just dessert. All that you are, all that you will ever be, will be defined by this torture. There will be nothing deeper to you. There will be no secrets and no truths to be founds. Maybe in your last moment, you will learn.
