"It wasn't all that bad, you get used to it. Your stomach flattens like a penny and your pupils narrow. Your vision gets darker and you begin to search anywhere for food... Nothing but hatred can be found. Until your captor cuts the stitches from your mouth and you can devour that tiny bit of flesh that fits in your palm before you are worked to death yet again." [b]he says all of which surprising calmly[/b]