Demise

Slicing your jugular in two and watching the blood gush out and pool on the ground. Tying each of your limbs to a different horse and having them run in different directions. Squeezing your throat with all my strength until you turn purple and the blood vessels in your eyes burst. Sedating you in a glass box and upon your coming to pouring freshly mixed cement in; watching you scream as chemical burns set in and you slowly become bonded with solidifying rock. Pouring cyanide into your water bottle and watching the life flee you. Putting a hole in your wind pipe and putting a finger over the hole so you can breathe, then letting go to watch you asphyxiate; repeating this process tenfold. Cutting off you fingers and removing a kidney; putting them in a blender and forcing you to drink the product. These are some of the things I imagine every day, just so I won't actually kill you.