I revel in the exquisite symphony of screams and pleas that fill the air as my victims writhe in agony. Their fear is like sweet music to my ears, fueling me with an intoxicating rush of power. The art of torture is a delicate dance between predator and prey, a twisted game where I always emerge victorious.
There is a certain elegance in inflicting pain upon others, a finesse that only true masters like myself can achieve. It's not just about physical torment; it's about breaking their spirits, shattering their wills until they are nothing but hollow shells at my mercy.
I take great pleasure in crafting intricate schemes to trap my unsuspecting victims, luring them into my web with promises of false hope before plunging them into despair. There is no greater joy than watching the light fade from their eyes as they realize the depth of their suffering.
Some may call me cruel or sadistic, but I see myself as an artist - a maestro conducting a grand symphony of torment and anguish. Each cry for mercy only serves to fuel my insatiable hunger for more pain and suffering.
To master the art of torture is to understand the darkest corners of humanity, to embrace your own darkness without hesitation or remorse. It takes skill, precision, and above all else - an unyielding thirst for domination over those who dare cross your path.
So let this be a lesson to all who dare defy me: there is no escape from Feral Glitch's grasp once you have fallen into his clutches. And remember...fear not death itself...but what comes after it when faced with eternity under his merciless rule.