After I had shackled his arms so that they were pulled tight and dangling from a high ceiling, leaving him suspended in mid-air, and then restrained his legs, I would find a blunt knife and cut off the little toe on his left foot. When he had just about recovered from the searing pain, I'd then cut off the toe next to his bleeding stump. And so on, until he had just about been on the point of fainting from blood loss. The left foot thus dismembered I would proceed to the right, taking my time to dig the knife in slowly but surely, causing as much pain as possible to this lame excuse for a human being.
Once the feet, or what was left of them, had congealed, allowing this scum to barely cling to consciousness, and I had dipped my fingers in his blood and run them over my forehead as warpaint, I'd proceed to run the knife up the inside of his legs, drawing the blade ever deeper into this animal's flesh, gradually splitting them in two, his screams ringing in my ears as the music of sweet justice. Only when the last shreds of mortality were on the verge of leaving his pathetic body, I would plunge the knife into his heart, and feel the warmth of its useless blood splatter over me.
That angry enough for you, TTT?