When you are depressed, it is difficult to experience even the smallest
thrill. You begin to crave anything, anything sharp. Inflict burns on yourself---
but you can't react--you're already dead. Someone else--mouse them. Perhaps
the most interesting thing about being sadistic is not the actual torturing
but the small words and caresses that follow; the finesse with which one
slowly reels the victim back in. It is like soothing a young child, convincing it of its
own innocence, the hard sweet candy filling its mouth.

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