I'd like to see him puke from the certainty of knowing what's happening to him.
I'd like to see the smoke coming out as his blue jeans heat up from the friction burns, even though he's being dragged on ice, but at enough speed that it burns.
I'd like to have a camera on him, and a microphone to hear him scream and plead to stop.
I'd like to see it stop before it's finished, and see him just left there alone, bleeding, broken, and with no shoes.
I'd like to see him left like that on a red ant hill "somewhere between Borger and Pampa."
Kinda like what happened to that evil b!tch in Clancy's Rainbow Six.
No... not really. Just kiddin'. :)
***I’d like to see him left like that on a red ant hill “somewhere between Borger and Pampa.” ***
I’ve been bit by them red ants! They are not a laughing matter!
The Apaches used to stake down a captured enemy over such a bed. There would be nothing but bones left in a few days.