The corners of my mouth twist in satisfaction.
Squirm.
I delight in your agony.
Scream.
The dull glimmer in your eyes set me on high.
Weep.
Your tears give a sweet taste to my pallet.
Your last plea for mercy drives me to hysteria.
Your last breath wasted on a whisper to call me a sadist.
I'll smile.
Call me masochist.
