torture [Theme] Page 6

Any civilization, no matter how altruistic it may seem, has the means of interrogation and torture, as well as well-crafted system of excuses for their application.

- Why are you doing this to me?
The devil doesn't reside in hell, Mr. Walker. He lives here, in the frontal lobe and occipital lobe. Inside this magnificent brain lies the key to understanding the darkness in the human soul. And even a dozen dark souls are not as scary as what lives here in this lovely blonde melons.

You put them [the handcuffs] on a fresh wound?
- P of course, your Eminence. Fresh wounds to exist. Old little use: they will just whine and not burn you as fire.

- So guys who can play musical instruments?
- And instruments of torture count?

I was paid to kill you, but torture you I'll free.

There is much I can tolerate, just don't approve of torture, especially pay - even with the discount.

In those days able to do a lot of things do not know how to do now; people have the talent, which we don't have - no wonder right-thinking minds screaming about the decline. We are no longer able to reshape the human body: this is because the art of torture, we're lost. Living cutting off people's hands and feet, ripping their bellies, pulling out the entrails, into the living human body; and this led to discoveries. From such successes, that surgery was required to the executioner, we now have to give.

One thing arouses animals more than pleasure. And it's a pain. Under torture you are as if in the power abrevaya herbs. Everything you have heard and read, comes alive in memory, and it's like you transported my heart - if not in heaven then in hell. Under torture you say not only all that the investigator wants, but also everything that you think might give him pleasure.

When the tyrant Dionysius, ruler of Syracuse, was tortured by Zeno of Elea to give accomplices, he said
- If I had accomplices, you would have not been a tyrant.

Long live the eternal instruments of torture: Life, Love, Death.

Most often the will of the prisoner broke kindness, not torture. People always Metinvest against the pressure, but the goodness sneaks up from behind and hit in the back, and your will dissolves in tears and gratitude. Much harder to put up a wall against kindness.

Let our losses are a trial for us, but not torture.

Prayer - that's fine. Without them never would never have invented the grip for the fingers and "Spanish boots".

Hold nothing back! I told myself that day when my executioners for the first time made me torture. Clench my teeth - stupid! You don't have any secrets. Let them know that before them a man of flesh and blood! Don't hide your horror, scream when it hurts! Stubborn silence can only encourage us, it only reinforces their belief that the soul is nothing more than a castle, to which they were obliged patiently to pick up the pick. Let your feelings out! Open your heart!