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"
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.
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
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
Long shall be your suffering. Joyous be your pain.
— Asteroth, Daemon prince of Slaanesh,Warhammer 40,000
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
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.
"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?
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.
— Farscape, "Daedalus Demands"
Violence perceived is violence achieved.
— Michel Weston, Burn Notice
Colonel Manton, I want you to tell your men to run away. Those words. "Run away." I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Run-Away. I want children laughing outside your door, 'cause theyíve found the house of Colonel Run-Away. And, when people come to you, and ask if trying to get to me through the people I LOVE!!! Öis in any way a good idea, I want you to tell them your name. Oh, look! Iím angry. Thatís new... Iím really not sure whatís going to happen now.
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 in Magic: The Gathering
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!
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.
Ren: Oh, what I'm gonna do to yoooou. I'm so angry. First, I'm gonna rip your lips out. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do. Then, I'm gonna 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: Oh, you're scared, huh? Next, I'm gonna...tear your arms out of the sockets. Then, I'm gonna hit ya, and you're gonna fall, and I'm gonna look down, and I'm gonna laaaugh. But first...FIIIRST...I gotta take a whiz.
— The Ren & Stimpy Show, "Sven Hoek"
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
''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.
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.
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!
"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."
"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..."