We sadists are mean with focus. We are also focused entirely on the means.
We punish with little regard, and regard our punishment with great delight.
We have long, unbending visions. Most times, our vision depends entirely on your flexibility.
We experience joy through the most perverse ways. We are most perverse where joy can be experienced.
We give pain calculatingly, even coldly. We calculate the pain we give by the respondent's temperature.
We snicker menacingly when cries arise. Crying is an unlaughable menace to us.
We torture as a way to connect to our victim. Our victim must be tortured in order for us to allow them to connect with us.
We chide and mock your suffering. Your lack of suffering mocks and chides us.
We seek your struggle and resignation, and only resign once you've stopped struggling.
We do not wince when exacting strain upon your body. Our bodies strain to hold back whenever you wince.
Our push grows in intensity the instant we see you first pout. The more you pout the more we push.
We tighten the knots despite your protests. Your protests only reinforce why we tie the knots so tightly.
We ask that you count the strokes across your flesh to impart order. In order to strike your flesh, we insist that you are aware of how many counts you've incurred.
We're assholes. We love your assholes.