Strapped to the cold, metal folding chair, you struggle vainly against your duct tape bonds as you watch me slowly sharpen my fillet knife. You’re such a whore — I used a wad of used condoms as a gag. You ****ed my boyfriend? That’s your last mistake. I intend to skin you. You have nice skin and I wonder about your beauty regimen. Hmm, do you shave or wax? I prefer to wax, because it lasts longer. Oho, the joke’s on you! I see that chipped nail, you filthy ****! Ugh, it looks so gross. Christ, when was the last time you had a manicure? Have you no shame?!