The vice tightened around his skull, his screams harmonized with every single twist, and I reveled in ecstasy of tormenting my victim until I glanced down and saw my own hands bound to the chair. The torturer's face that twisted with glee was my own reflection, and I was forever trapped in a cycle of self punishment.
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I could picture this and it's creepy 😳