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Josuke Higashikata: Well, look at that. You can move. Congrats, you're completely healed!
Yuya Fungami: Yeah... I'm totally fine!
Josuke: Yup... Since you've gotten a clean bill of health from Crazy Diamond, when I pound your ass into the ground, I can avoid looking like a coward, right?!
Yuya: (ponders what Josuke means; screams in terror)
Yuya Fungami: Yeah... I'm totally fine!
Josuke: Yup... Since you've gotten a clean bill of health from Crazy Diamond, when I pound your ass into the ground, I can avoid looking like a coward, right?!
Yuya: (ponders what Josuke means; screams in terror)
"Oh yeah, don't assume that its bite will send you to a swift and peaceful oblivion. Its venom will first paralyze your muscles, rendering your body immobile. But it's what happens after the paralysis that's really terrifying. It'll grab you and inject both a venom and a digestive enzyme deep into your body. The deadly cocktail of enzymes will then slowly but surely liquefy your insides into a pulpy, viscous slime, then... slurpety slurp. Keep in mind, you'll be fully conscious, meaning you'll be able to speak while it's lunching on your flesh..."
— Formaggio describing what being eaten by a tarantula feels like to Narancia Ghirga, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind
"My hobby is to slowly peel the skin off the rabbits I catch, especially cute little bunnies like you. And my friend here is thirsty for blood."
Audio Plays
The Valeyard: Oh, please don't let me down, Ellie, not now — or I may just take you back to your wretched little group of eco-warriors, jumping up and down, making futile protests... and this time, when that police car comes roaring towards you on the A303 you were so desperately protesting about, I won't be there to whisk you out of harm's way.
Ellie Martin: Alright, alright, I was just saying—
The Valeyard: I wonder, can you imagine what it feels like to be hit by a car at forty-eight miles an hour? Can you? Can you imagine the pain as a ton and a half of metal smashes into your pulpy, frail human skin? The pain as most of what is inside your body erupts through that now-broken skin, leaving you to die over the next few minutes? Because I can show you all that if you want. It will be, if you would excuse the pun, no skin off my nose.
Ellie Martin: (meekly) Sorry, Doctor.
Ellie Martin: Alright, alright, I was just saying—
The Valeyard: I wonder, can you imagine what it feels like to be hit by a car at forty-eight miles an hour? Can you? Can you imagine the pain as a ton and a half of metal smashes into your pulpy, frail human skin? The pain as most of what is inside your body erupts through that now-broken skin, leaving you to die over the next few minutes? Because I can show you all that if you want. It will be, if you would excuse the pun, no skin off my nose.
Ellie Martin: (meekly) Sorry, Doctor.
Comic Books
"Brude, although you are running out of facial features for me to abuse, I am sure there is some other portion of your anatomy that I can stretch, burn or amputate..."
— Klovis encouraging a henchman, The Redeemer
"You say you came to us to learn. Very well. We'll teach you. Teach you that it isn't the sex, isn't the power, isn't the cruelty. We are soldiers of darkness, Phillip, gladiators, warriors and gods. And we'll teach you. The Good Doctor likes to skin people alive. Nimrod is a hunter; he can bone, gut and joint any animal in minutes. For myself, I have a penchant for eyes. And you know what we're going to do now, Phillip? We're going to take turns."
— The Corinthian, The Sandman (1989)
"Amateurs always start with the eyes or groin. Leave those for last. Start with the knees and elbows. Cutting the joints produces far more pain than the legs, arms or torso. It reduces the risk of a spasm spoiling your work. And it has the added benefit that every single time he moves, it's like the knives are slicing those joints all over again. And he will move."
— Catman, teaching the father of a child who had been raped and murdered how to torture the murderer, Secret Six
"Just when I'm about to pull his spine through his nose—I'LL STOP!—tell 'im I could kill 'im sixty-five different ways...but I'm not allowed to...! He'll start to beg me, and I'll spit in his face. Then he'll cry, at which time I'll kick his teeth in! And when he thinks it can't get any worse...I'll pulverize 'im into a little itty bitty cube and suck 'im like a Lifesaver!"
— Violator, Spawn #2, on how he plans to deal with Spawn
Fan Works
"You've experienced barely half an hour of torment and it made you scream like a child. Look at you — you can barely stand. Do you think I don't have other ways of torturing you? How long do you think you could hold out, little king of Rivendell, if I took my time plucking each and every feather from your wings? Snapped every bone in them? Or perhaps... removed them altogether?"
— Xornoth to Scott, Everything Turns to Gold, Chapter 15, "empires are all at your hands"
"I shall dig a hole in a frozen lake and drop you in it, leaving only your head above the water. It would kill a man, but, as you said, you are now far beyond what mortals could endure.
The cold will not kill you, but it will rob your body of any feeling. Then, I shall feed you nothing but thin gruel, boiled in melted ice for so long and diluted so many times over that even taste will have left it, meal and drink all in one.
I will stopper your nose, veil your eyes, and plug your ears. Your only distraction from the silence and the darkness will be when I feel like informing you how well the conquest is doing without you to drag it down.
And once this world is firmly in the grip of the masters, I will pull you from your snug little hole, allow you to gaze upon my works, and then I will kill you. Silently. Instantly. Painlessly.
What will the Serpent think, Snotling, when you appear before hir, to report that you have squandered hir gifts, brought no tribute of souls or torment save your own at my hands, done nothing to glorify hir name, hmm? Will insolence and bluster save you then, Snotling? Will you tell hir as you tell me that you fear nothing s/he can do to you?"
The cold will not kill you, but it will rob your body of any feeling. Then, I shall feed you nothing but thin gruel, boiled in melted ice for so long and diluted so many times over that even taste will have left it, meal and drink all in one.
I will stopper your nose, veil your eyes, and plug your ears. Your only distraction from the silence and the darkness will be when I feel like informing you how well the conquest is doing without you to drag it down.
And once this world is firmly in the grip of the masters, I will pull you from your snug little hole, allow you to gaze upon my works, and then I will kill you. Silently. Instantly. Painlessly.
What will the Serpent think, Snotling, when you appear before hir, to report that you have squandered hir gifts, brought no tribute of souls or torment save your own at my hands, done nothing to glorify hir name, hmm? Will insolence and bluster save you then, Snotling? Will you tell hir as you tell me that you fear nothing s/he can do to you?"
— The Wolf to Ramsay Bolton, The Mountain and the Wolf
Makarov: I will rip your horn from your head personally and convert you into a carthorse for the Stalker mines! A device will be inserted into the wound where your horn was, forever claiming control of your motor functions but not your consciousness. You will have your genitals removed...
Sandgriff: Eeesh!
Makarov: ...You will be fed the cheapest gruel and be left unable to control your bodily functions, dribbling your foul waste behind you for the many, many years I will see you live, converted to the disgusting creature you truly are!
Shining Armor: I bet you says that to all the boys.
Makarov: Yes, Sparkle, you will trapped in a body only controlled by the orders of others. Lumps of the meat of your body that are not needed will be sliced from you to feed the Diamond Dogs of the mines. You will be a foul thing leaking excrement and urine, a mute gelding, no longer a stallion and just a walking pile of filth in the shape of a pony! And now I demand that you exit the train and face your fate, or I will destroy it and you instantly!
Sandgriff: Eeesh!
Makarov: ...You will be fed the cheapest gruel and be left unable to control your bodily functions, dribbling your foul waste behind you for the many, many years I will see you live, converted to the disgusting creature you truly are!
Shining Armor: I bet you says that to all the boys.
Makarov: Yes, Sparkle, you will trapped in a body only controlled by the orders of others. Lumps of the meat of your body that are not needed will be sliced from you to feed the Diamond Dogs of the mines. You will be a foul thing leaking excrement and urine, a mute gelding, no longer a stallion and just a walking pile of filth in the shape of a pony! And now I demand that you exit the train and face your fate, or I will destroy it and you instantly!
— Pony POV Series, "Shining Armor arc, tnuH-tsirF-First-Hunt"
"You and your precious cousin... I'll make sure to peel you apart slowly for all this trouble. I'm going to enjoy watching you scream in agony until your faces are frozen with true horror."
—Falla Cii, Rosario Vampire: Brightest Darkness
"Now listen here, you gutless cunt. Unless we don't leave this kingdom on horseback I'll make sure my favorite dagger makes your way into your heart, where I'll slowly twist it to see your life slowly fade away from your eyes..."
Film — Live-Action
"And as a slave of the LeQuint Dickey Mining Company, henceforth till the day you die, all day every day, you will be swingin' a sledgehammer. Turnin' big rocks into little rocks. Now when ya get there, they're gonna take away your name, give you a number and a sledgehammer and say, "Get to work!" One word of sass, they cuts out your tongue. They good at it too, you won't bleed out. Ohh, they does that real good. They gonna work ya, all day every day, till your back give out. Then they gonna hit ya in the head with a hammer, and throw your ass down the nigger hole. And that will be the story of you, Django."
— Stephen, Django Unchained
"Oh, I'm sorry, Budd. That was rude of me, wasn't it? Budd, I'd like to introduce my friend, the Black Mamba. Black Mamba, this is Budd. You know, before I picked up that little fella, I looked him up on the Internet. Fascinating creature, the Black Mamba. Listen to this:
'In Africa, the saying goes, in the bush, an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you, and a Black Mamba can kill you. But only with the Mamba — and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time — is death sure. Hence, its handle, Death Incarnate." Pretty cool, huh?
'Its neurotoxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons, acting on the nervous system causing paralysis. The venom of a Black Mamba can kill a human in four hours, if say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb. However, a bite to the face or torso can bring death from paralysis within twenty minutes.'
Now, you should listen to this, 'cause this concerns you: 'The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite can be gargantuan.' You know, I've always liked that word, 'gargantuan'... so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence. 'If not treated quickly with anti-venom, ten to fifteen milligrams can be fatal to human beings. However, the Black Mamba can deliver as much as one hundred to four hundred milligrams of venom from a single bite.'
Now, in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly: right at this moment, the biggest 'R' I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known met her end at the hands of a bushwhacking, scrub, alky piece of shit like you! That woman deserved better."
'In Africa, the saying goes, in the bush, an elephant can kill you, a leopard can kill you, and a Black Mamba can kill you. But only with the Mamba — and this has been true in Africa since the dawn of time — is death sure. Hence, its handle, Death Incarnate." Pretty cool, huh?
'Its neurotoxic venom is one of nature's most effective poisons, acting on the nervous system causing paralysis. The venom of a Black Mamba can kill a human in four hours, if say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb. However, a bite to the face or torso can bring death from paralysis within twenty minutes.'
Now, you should listen to this, 'cause this concerns you: 'The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite can be gargantuan.' You know, I've always liked that word, 'gargantuan'... so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence. 'If not treated quickly with anti-venom, ten to fifteen milligrams can be fatal to human beings. However, the Black Mamba can deliver as much as one hundred to four hundred milligrams of venom from a single bite.'
Now, in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly: right at this moment, the biggest 'R' I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known met her end at the hands of a bushwhacking, scrub, alky piece of shit like you! That woman deserved better."
"2,000 degrees, Mick. Enough to turn steel into butter. It won't hurt at first. It's too hot, you see? The flame sears the nerve endings shut, killing them. You'll go into shock and all you'll feel is... cold. Isn't science fun, Mickey?"
— Frank Castle, The Punisher (2004)
"You know, I never understood all these elaborate tortures. It's the simplest thing... to cause more pain than a man can possibly endure. And of course, it's not only the immediate agony, but the knowledge... that if you do not yield soon enough... there will be little left to identify you as a man. The only question remains: will you yield, in time?"
— Le Chiffre, Casino Royale (2006) (while taking a carpet beater to James Bond's testicles)
Marv: What are we gonna do to him, Harry?!
Harry: We'll do exactly what he did to us: we're gonna burn his head with a blowtorch!
Marv: And smash his face with an iron!
Harry: How about we slap him in the face with a paint can!
Marv: Or shove a nail through his foot!
Harry: First thing I'm gonna do is bite off every one of these little fingers, one at a time...
Harry: We'll do exactly what he did to us: we're gonna burn his head with a blowtorch!
Marv: And smash his face with an iron!
Harry: How about we slap him in the face with a paint can!
Marv: Or shove a nail through his foot!
Harry: First thing I'm gonna do is bite off every one of these little fingers, one at a time...
"When it gets up to your ankles, you're going to beg to tell me everything. When it gets up to your knees, you'll kiss my ass to kill you!"
— Franz Sanchez, Licence to Kill, about to send James Bond into a cocaine grinder
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going into that cavity. That nerve's already dying. A live, freshly cut nerve is infinitely more sensitive. So, I'll just drill into a healthy tooth until I reach the pulp. Unless, of course, you tell me that it's safe."
"Allow me to give you two options. Either a) you stop this childish prevarication and lead us directly to the Yankee Zephyr, or b) I shall find your daughter, break every fragile little bone in her body, and then you shall lead us directly to the Yankee Zephyr."
Harleen Quinzell: What you gonna do? You gonna kill me, Mr. J?
The Joker: What? Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you. Really, really bad.
The Joker: What? Oh, I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna hurt you. Really, really bad.
Khan: Shall I destroy you, Mr. Spock? Or will you give me what I want?
Spock: We have no transported capabilities.
Khan: Fortunately, mine are perfectly functional. Drop your shields.
Spock: If I do so, I have no guarantee that you will not destroy the Enterprise.
Khan: Let's play this out logically then, Mr. Spock. Firstly, I will kill your captain to demonstrate my resolve then, if yours holds, I will have no choice but to kill you and your entire crew.
Spock: If you destroy our ship, you will also destroy your own people.
Khan: Your crew requires oxygen to survive, mine does not. I will target your life support systems, located behind the aft nacelle, and after every single person on board your ship suffocates, I will walk over your cold corpses to recover my people. Now... shall we begin?
Spock: We have no transported capabilities.
Khan: Fortunately, mine are perfectly functional. Drop your shields.
Spock: If I do so, I have no guarantee that you will not destroy the Enterprise.
Khan: Let's play this out logically then, Mr. Spock. Firstly, I will kill your captain to demonstrate my resolve then, if yours holds, I will have no choice but to kill you and your entire crew.
Spock: If you destroy our ship, you will also destroy your own people.
Khan: Your crew requires oxygen to survive, mine does not. I will target your life support systems, located behind the aft nacelle, and after every single person on board your ship suffocates, I will walk over your cold corpses to recover my people. Now... shall we begin?
"You know, we used to outsource this kind of thing. But what we found was the countries we outsourced to had unreliable power grids. Very Third World. You'd turn on a switch — power wouldn't come on, and then tempers would get short. People would resort to pulling fingernails. Acid drips on bare skin. The whole exercise would become counterproductive. But here, the power's stable. Here, there's a nice even flow. Here, you can flip a switch and the power stays on all day. Where is she?"
— Bryan Mills, Taken
"Oh come now, Prince Philip. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you — you, the destined hero, of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold — King Stefan's castle. And in yonder top most tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate — why, 'tis the self-same peasant maid, who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed, most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red red rose. In ageless sleep, she finds repose. The years roll by, but a a hundred years to a steadfast heart, are but a day. And now, the gates of a dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides, on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall! To wake his love with 'loves' first kiss'! And prove that 'true love' conquers all! Ahahahahahah!"
"I won't touch Barton. Not until I make him kill you slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear. And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work. And when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"
— Loki, to Black Widow, The Avengers (2012)
Dr. Silberman: You broke my arm!
Sarah Connor: There are 215 bones in the human body. That's one.
Sarah Connor: There are 215 bones in the human body. That's one.
"I know I left my scrapbook out. I can imagine what you might be thinking of me. But you see, Paul, it's all okay. Last night it came so clear. I realized you just need more time. Eventually, you'll come to accept the idea of being here. Paul, do you know about the early days at the Kimberly diamond mines? Do you know what they did to the Native workers who stole diamonds? Don't worry, they didn't kill them. That would be like junking your Mercedes just because it had a broken spring. No, if they caught them, they had to make sure they could go on working, but they also had to make sure they could never run away. The operation was called hobbling."
— Annie Wilkes, Misery
Andrei Sator: How would you like to die?
The Protagonist: Old.
Sator: You chose the wrong profession. There's a walled garden up the road. We are going to take you there, cut your throat. Not across. In the middle, like a hole. Then we take your balls, stuff them in the cut, block the windpipe.
Protagonist: Complex.
Sator: It's very gratifying to watch a man you don't like try to pull his own balls out of his throat before he chokes.
The Protagonist: Old.
Sator: You chose the wrong profession. There's a walled garden up the road. We are going to take you there, cut your throat. Not across. In the middle, like a hole. Then we take your balls, stuff them in the cut, block the windpipe.
Protagonist: Complex.
Sator: It's very gratifying to watch a man you don't like try to pull his own balls out of his throat before he chokes.
— Tenet
"As you know, the concept of the suction pump is centuries old. Well, really, that's all this is. Except that instead of sucking water, I'm sucking life. I've just sucked one year of your life away. I might one day go as high as five, but I really don't know what that would do to you. So, let's just start with what we have. What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so be honest — how do you feel?"
— Count Rugen, The Princess Bride
"These are tourniquets, so you don't bleed out. We may be here a while. Saline solution, that should keep us going. Clamps, nice and secure. Comfortable? You really are shaking. Sure you're alright? (grabs a syringe) You'll love this. Adrenaline. Now this is so you don't pass out. (injects Darby with it) How does that feel? Good? Now, what we don't want is you swallowing your tongue, so bear with me... (cuts out Darby's tongue, then raises the hardware store razor knife he used) Now this is for your penis, but we'll get to that later. (raises scalpel) The scalpel. For your eyelids, in case you insist on fucking shutting them. You see, I know what it feels like to be helpless, just like when I watched you slaughter my whole family. You can't fight fate, right, Darby? OH! And look! And I made this especially for you. (lowers a mirrored ceiling) You like it? Yeah, didn't want you to miss anything! You've got the best view in the house. Can you hear that? Your heart is beating so fast. Well, me too. (looks at the picture of his slain wife and daughter taped to the mirror) Now they get to watch you suffer. It'll be the last thing you ever see as I cut off every single one of your fucking limbs. Now, you see, I wasn't lying when I said I wanted to keep you out of prison. That was the truth."
Literature
"If you don't tell me what I want to know, I'll wound you in ways so painful you can't conceive of your suffering. Wounds that leave you dying slow, unable to move or speak. You'll be hours here on the deck, in agony, more tears than all the babies you would have killed in those cities, so many tears you'll die of dehydration before you bleed to death."
— Odd Thomas, Odd Hours
"Giving succor to the weak is a tool for control. Break a man utterly, and he may well adore you for the simplest things, like bread, water, and relief from torture. He will hate you too, but one can control them while the heart is swayed by love, and chain them away in darkness when it is controlled by the hatred."
"The rat, although a rodent, is carnivorous. You are aware of that. You will have heard of the things that happen in the poor quarters of this town. In some streets a woman dare not leave her baby alone in the house, even for five minutes. The rats are certain to attack it. Within quite a small time they will strip it to the bones. They also attack sick or dying people. They show astonishing intelligence in knowing when a human being is helpless. […] I have pressed the first lever. You understand the construction of this cage. The mask will fit over your head, leaving no exit. When I press this other lever, the door of the cage will slide up. These starving brutes will shoot out of it like bullets. Have you ever seen a rat leap through the air? They will leap on to your face and bore straight into it. Sometimes they attack the eyes first. Sometimes they burrow through the cheeks and devour the tongue."
— O'Brien, Nineteen Eighty-Four
"If you bother her again I will break every individual bone in your hand and arm. It will take about an hour."
— Murderbot, The Murderbot Diaries
"Do you know how many bones are in the human body, General Solo? If you do, just triple the number, and you'll know how many bones you'll have when I finish with you."
"I'll make you incapable of dying and then suck out your Magic Circuits one by one. I'll squash your eyeballs, break every bone in your body, peel off your flesh, violate your brain, rape your heart, pound your lungs to paste, and chop your guts into mincemeat. Oh! Oh! I have it! I'll rip your body into millions and billions of pieces while you're still alive and spread it around the feed trough in a chicken coop!"
— Jester Karture, to Sigma, Fate/strange Fake
"You know what I do for a living, don't you, Delbert? I make psychoactive viruses. Mostly for recreational use, but I've things that can fuck you up permanently. I can give you stuff that'll turn your brain into cottage cheese. One shot, and you'll be out in the streets shouting at the traffic for the rest of your life. I can put you there this minute, Delbert, unless you tell me exactly what you did."
—Alex, Fairyland by Paul J McAuley
"Let us both be abundantly clear about this, Gregor. You will give me the primer. Either you will hand me the primer now, or I will come over to you and take it. And break every bone in your body. And rape that girl at your side. And break every bone in her body too. And then drag your jiggling carcasses down into the chamber below and string you both up on the hooks, and burn out your agony centers as I wait for the bombardment to flatten this place."
He paused.
"Your choice."
He paused.
"Your choice."
— Cherubael, Eisenhorn: Xenos
"I was going to make it quick and pleasant, but you are going to linger, little man. I am going to drag the life from you, a fibre at a time, and you will beg me to finish you. And when you have pleaded for the thousandth time... you will still have nine thousand more to go before I first say 'No.'"
Zarenyia, "A Long Spoon", Johannes Cabal
Djuhn'Keep: I imagine you want to know what's going to happen now. Well, basically, I'm going to dismember you. I'm going to need a few replacement parts to restore my body to its former glory, you see. The beauty of this virus is that it only affects the brain. I don't need all of you, of course, but I'm going to take you apart bit by bit anyway. If I constructed the virus correctly, your pain/pleasure responders should remain intact right up until the end, so not only will the whole procedure be nightmarishly agonizing for you, it should serve as a bit of a warm-up for me. A sort of hors d'oeuvre to put me in the right mood for dealing with the human.
M'Aiden Ty-One: Let me die first.
Djuhn'Keep: Now, now, now... where would be the fun in that?
M'Aiden Ty-One: Let me die first.
Djuhn'Keep: Now, now, now... where would be the fun in that?
— Red Dwarf: Backwards
"You are afraid, that in another moment something is going to break. Your especial fear is that it will be your backbone. You have a vivid mental picture of the vertebrae snapping apart and the spinal fluid dripping out of them. That is what you are thinking, is it not, Winston? That was forty. You can see that the numbers on this dial run up to a hundred. Will you please remember, throughout our conversation, that I have it in my power to inflict pain on you at any moment and to whatever degree I choose? If you tell me any lies, or attempt to prevaricate in any way, or even fall below your usual level of intelligence, you will cry out with pain, instantly. Do you understand that?"
— O'Brien,, Nineteen Eighty-Four
"I'll kill you, Mr. Gilt. I'll kill you in our own special way, the way of the weasel and cheat and liar. I'll take away everything but your life. I'll take away your money, your reputation, and your friends. I'll spin words around you until you're cocooned in them. I'll leave you with nothing, not even hope..."
—Moist von Lipwig, Going Postal
Live-Action TV
"There are many levels of pain. You have just crossed into the... 'welcome mat'. You have not even entered the door, walked down the hallway, and gone up the stairs to visit the V.I.P. rooms."
— "Spanish Mike" Alvarez, Reno911!, "Spanish Mike Returns"
Charrid Soldier: Don't glare at me, I'm not impressed. You think a Hynerian could ever frighten me?
Rygel: Oh, I'm not here to frighten you, nonononono.
Charrid Soldier: Then what? To question me? Plainly, you are unaware of our superior resistance to pain.
Rygel: Actually I do know something about Charrid physiology, just as I know something about your weaponry. (He chuckles to himself) This ractor, for instance, contains neural circuits that inflict ten times the normal pain—designed to be effective even against your own kind. A very unpleasant death.
Charrid Soldier: You don't dare kill me!
Rygel: Don't I?
Charrid Soldier: The others want me alive!
Rygel: Yes, well, plainly you're unaware of one more fact: I don't give a garanta's vrax what the others want.
Rygel: Oh, I'm not here to frighten you, nonononono.
Charrid Soldier: Then what? To question me? Plainly, you are unaware of our superior resistance to pain.
Rygel: Actually I do know something about Charrid physiology, just as I know something about your weaponry. (He chuckles to himself) This ractor, for instance, contains neural circuits that inflict ten times the normal pain—designed to be effective even against your own kind. A very unpleasant death.
Charrid Soldier: You don't dare kill me!
Rygel: Don't I?
Charrid Soldier: The others want me alive!
Rygel: Yes, well, plainly you're unaware of one more fact: I don't give a garanta's vrax what the others want.
— Farscape, "Daedalus Demands"
"Violence perceived is violence achieved."
— Michel Weston, Burn Notice
The Master: (to the Doctor) How many times have you died?
Missy: How many different ways?
The Master: Have you burned?
Missy: I know you've fallen.
The Master: Have you ever drowned?
Missy: Have you felt the blade?
The Master: I suppose, what we're really asking, my dear, is... Well...
Missy: Any requests?
Missy: How many different ways?
The Master: Have you burned?
Missy: I know you've fallen.
The Master: Have you ever drowned?
Missy: Have you felt the blade?
The Master: I suppose, what we're really asking, my dear, is... Well...
Missy: Any requests?
Dean: Sammy are you in there?
Lucifer: Oh he's in here all right, and he's gonna feel the snap of your bones. Every single one. We're gonna take our time!
Lucifer: Oh he's in here all right, and he's gonna feel the snap of your bones. Every single one. We're gonna take our time!
— Lucifer beating Dean to a pulp while wearing his brother's body Supernatural,"Swan Song"
Sherlock Holmes: You might as well just kill me now. Because whatever you're planning, I'm going to stop you.
Jaime Moriarty: I would never kill you. Not in a million years. You may not be as unique as you thought, Darling, but you're still a work of art, and I appreciate art. But, what I can do — what I will do — is hurt you. Worse than I did before. I have reserves of creativity I haven't even begun to tap. So please. For your own good. Let me win.
Jaime Moriarty: I would never kill you. Not in a million years. You may not be as unique as you thought, Darling, but you're still a work of art, and I appreciate art. But, what I can do — what I will do — is hurt you. Worse than I did before. I have reserves of creativity I haven't even begun to tap. So please. For your own good. Let me win.
— Elementary, "The Woman"
Tabletop Game
"Long shall be your suffering. Joyous be your pain."
— Asteroth, Daemon prince of Slaanesh, Warhammer 40,000
"I will flay the skin from your flesh and the flesh from your bones and scrape your bones dry. And still you will not have suffered enough."
— Flavor Text for the Hatred card, Magic: The Gathering
"We will kill you.
We will burn your fields, steal your treasure, destroy your house, and enslave your children. We will murder your spouse, poison your pets, and blaspheme on the graves of your ancestors. We will do all this, and the only way to avoid it is if we cannot find you.
We've already found you."
We will burn your fields, steal your treasure, destroy your house, and enslave your children. We will murder your spouse, poison your pets, and blaspheme on the graves of your ancestors. We will do all this, and the only way to avoid it is if we cannot find you.
We've already found you."
— Toshiro Umezawa, Magic: The Gathering
Theatre
"Painful, isn't it? It gets worse by degrees."
— Sir Roderic, Ruddigore
I've been waiting for this moment for such a long time
And wouldn't you know it, you're finally mine
If you're hurting, please show it, don't be 'fraid to cry
And just for my enjoyment, you will suffer, suffer, suffer until you die
So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show
I've quite the evening planned
I've cleared up your schedule, nowhere else to go
Trust me you're in good hands...
I'm a master of torture, it gets me high
To show you the horror of staying alive
I'll prod you and poke you and bleed you dry
And just for my enjoyment, you will suffer, suffer, suffer until you die.
And wouldn't you know it, you're finally mine
If you're hurting, please show it, don't be 'fraid to cry
And just for my enjoyment, you will suffer, suffer, suffer until you die
So sit back, relax, and enjoy the show
I've quite the evening planned
I've cleared up your schedule, nowhere else to go
Trust me you're in good hands...
I'm a master of torture, it gets me high
To show you the horror of staying alive
I'll prod you and poke you and bleed you dry
And just for my enjoyment, you will suffer, suffer, suffer until you die.
— The Deadliest Man, "The Torture Tango", Spies Are Forever
Video Game
"Destroy. Destroy. Destroy. Slowly, completely, gently beyond comparison, cruelly to the point of numbness, I'll violate your life. That's right. The instant I rip off your limbs, tear open your ribs and pull out your intestines, biting into your neck as you scream in agony, chewing through your eyes as I ignore your pleas for mercy and spreading your brains on the ground like butter...!"
— Arcueid, Tsukihime
"As you well know, Isaac, I enjoy pain. It's like a good chinese dinner, you know, with the sweet and the sour. Expanding on that analogy, I will smile with delight — that's the sweet — as you scream for your fucking life — of course, that's the sour."
— Papa Caesar, The House of the Dead: OVERKILL
"For your crime, you will die like vermin. I will hunt you down. At the end of the earth, I will find you. Your skin charred and your fats rendered. Your kind exterminated. In the end, I will feed your flesh to the furnace!"
"I will keep on killing you. Again. And again. I am your future: an eternity of slow, painful deaths."
"Machine, I will Cut. You. Down. Break you apart, splay the gore of your profane form ACROSS THE STARS! I WILL GRIND YOU DOWN UNTIL THE VERY SPARKS CRY FOR MERCY! MY HANDS SHALL RELISH ENDING YOU HERE! AND!! NOW!!!"
Gabriel, ULTRAKILL
Web Original
"I'm going to beat the f**k out of you so badly, that your face will be my new bowl that I eat my Tankceratops cereal out of. And yes, your blood WILL be the milk."
Brody: You're a monster!
Eugene: Christ, like I'm a bad guy in a fucking movie or something, I love it. You're right, I am a monster. And if we encounter any problems involving these files we'll know the information leak came from you. And I won't stop once my clan's made your life a living Hell. I'll sick Tyler on you who's already spraying his pants at the thought of ripping you apart. Stay out of our way unless you want your parents to find your fucking head in a plastic bag.
Eugene: Christ, like I'm a bad guy in a fucking movie or something, I love it. You're right, I am a monster. And if we encounter any problems involving these files we'll know the information leak came from you. And I won't stop once my clan's made your life a living Hell. I'll sick Tyler on you who's already spraying his pants at the thought of ripping you apart. Stay out of our way unless you want your parents to find your fucking head in a plastic bag.
— Arby 'n' the Chief, What Lies Beneath
"If you were here right now, I would kill you with my bare hands. I would tear you up piece by piece, I would dance on your entrails. I would poke out your eyes... AHHH! I WANT TO MAKE A HATE BABY WITH YOU."
— Corin Deeth III, Kakos Industries
Lovelace: If you expect us to be afraid -
(Kepler chuckles, interrupting her)
Kepler: Please, Captain. At this point I cannot expect anything from you. That would be silly. First we need to... reevaluate our relationship. Reacquaint ourselves with each other. Neither one of you has been in this room before, have you? Welcome to the Urania's armory. Every kind of weapon to fight off any kind of hostile alien life form you could ever conceive of. Of course... in a pinch, most of these also make great disciplinary tools. (chuckles) Oh, the guys at the lab think of everything. Take this one...
(Kepler picks something up)
(loud whirring)
Kepler: This can cut straight through an iron bar.
(puts down thing, picks up something else)
Kepler: This one's pretty cool.
(sparking, whooshing of fire)
Kepler: It burns right into neural pathways. And this one...
(puts down thing, picks up something else)
Kepler: Oh, this one's got everything!
(loud clunking, and whirring)
Kepler: Sharp. Cold. Loud. When I'm done with this one, Captain? Then we'll talk about expectations.
(Kepler chuckles, interrupting her)
Kepler: Please, Captain. At this point I cannot expect anything from you. That would be silly. First we need to... reevaluate our relationship. Reacquaint ourselves with each other. Neither one of you has been in this room before, have you? Welcome to the Urania's armory. Every kind of weapon to fight off any kind of hostile alien life form you could ever conceive of. Of course... in a pinch, most of these also make great disciplinary tools. (chuckles) Oh, the guys at the lab think of everything. Take this one...
(Kepler picks something up)
(loud whirring)
Kepler: This can cut straight through an iron bar.
(puts down thing, picks up something else)
Kepler: This one's pretty cool.
(sparking, whooshing of fire)
Kepler: It burns right into neural pathways. And this one...
(puts down thing, picks up something else)
Kepler: Oh, this one's got everything!
(loud clunking, and whirring)
Kepler: Sharp. Cold. Loud. When I'm done with this one, Captain? Then we'll talk about expectations.
— Wolf 359, "Desperate Measures"
You wouldn't have to torture me to get info, just show me the receipt for the pliers
Western Animation
"It's called the Agony Matrix — direct neural stimulation of pain receptors. All of them. Imagine the worst pain you've ever felt in your life, times a thousand. Now imagine that pain continuing forever. Oh, that's right... you don't have to imagine."
— Darkseid Justice League Unlimited
Ren: Oh, what I'm gonna do to yoooou. I'm so angry... First, I'm going to tear your lips out. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. And then, I'm going to... gouge your eyes out. Yeah... that's what I'm gonna do.
Stimpy: We don't like this, Ren.
Sven: Jah, you're scaring us.
Ren: Yeah... you're scared, huh? Next... I'm gonna... tear your arms out of the sockets! And you wanna know what else? I'm gonna hit ya, and you're gonna faaaaall. And I'm gonna look down, and I'm gonna laaaugh. But first... FIIIRST... I gotta take a whiz. Don't you go anywhere. You stay right here. Right on this spot.
Stimpy: We don't like this, Ren.
Sven: Jah, you're scaring us.
Ren: Yeah... you're scared, huh? Next... I'm gonna... tear your arms out of the sockets! And you wanna know what else? I'm gonna hit ya, and you're gonna faaaaall. And I'm gonna look down, and I'm gonna laaaugh. But first... FIIIRST... I gotta take a whiz. Don't you go anywhere. You stay right here. Right on this spot.
— The Ren & Stimpy Show, "Sven Hoek"
"You are to be taken to the place of execution where you will be hanged by the neck until you be dead..."
— Judge Hopkins, to the alleged witch, ParaNorman
Delilah: Go ahead. You've taken my husband and any hope of getting him back. What more could I lose? End me.
Percy: No. Your pain will linger. I'll shatter your ankles for my sister Vesper. Your hands belong to Julius. Each de Rolo will have their pound of flesh, until I flay the skin from what's left of you.
Percy: No. Your pain will linger. I'll shatter your ankles for my sister Vesper. Your hands belong to Julius. Each de Rolo will have their pound of flesh, until I flay the skin from what's left of you.
Other
"I'll kill you slowly, because I love. First I will shoot you in the leg... I promise I aim at the patella. Then the hand. Then the egg. Don't worry, I am a world-class athlete. I do not miss."
"Open your thoughts... I will know you and I will know her! I will strip the nerves from your carcass. I will burn every cell that knows pain, and then heal it with a thought so that I might burn it again. I will do this for moment upon moment, day upon day, even year upon year. Tell me; are you trained for that? […] How much can you withstand, Justine McManus? Knowing that I could hold you in this torment for centuries? And keep you conscious for every second?"
— Sutekh torturing Cousin Justine, True History of Faction Paradox 6 - The Judgement of Sutekh
