I'm going to find you and I'm going to make you suffer. I'll start by subjecting you to the worst torture method in the world: the rack. I'll strap you down and slowly, methodically, stretch your limbs until they snap. I'll make you scream in agony as I tear you apart, piece by piece. But I won't stop there. No, I'll keep going until you're a quivering, sobbing mess. I'll cut out your tongue, leaving you unable to speak, unable to beg for mercy. I'll make you listen to the sound of your own screams as I carve out your insides