I wrote this inspired by the Cannibal Corpse phrase above:
You violated. And you’ll know how big a mistake you made when I’m done. You’ll be a bleating peasant, on your knees. I’ll rip the meat from your arms with my teeth and pull out your hair strand by strand. I’ll tie you with wire, smash your toes with a mallet and have rats nestle with you in a tub filled with bloody piss. I’ll pull out all of your teeth and dangle you from the 50th floor. You’ll be fired from your job because your boss will believe every lie that I tell him about you. I think of killing you in ways where you’ll live for a week before you die. You’ll want death. But I won’t do it – you’ll die on your own from the torture. I’ll cry with you then snatch my hand away and laugh at the snot on your face. In that dimming light you will regret.