I'd have a knife that calls out hordes of bees to attack you whenever it touches you while you get ripped limb from limb by a pack of demonic wolves while the whole time you hear the dark voices in your head laughing and mocking you as the dark ominous power of hate and demons souls are released upon you as thy judgment breaks the dawn thy shall stand among the void empty as the void and haunted by the voices in thy head.
Welp, back to sleep!
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I'd scrape its skin off while injecting hot sauce in his arms, making all his internal oragns die slowly. While the organs die, i'd attach it to a chair, feeding it meatballs whit little glass bits, making its throat get cut, right after its fed up, giving it pure lemon juice. Putting it in extreme misery.