You've been a loyal, suffering bitch for me, my little pain pig, but I'm afraid I've grown bored with you. You've been a great little pain slut, but I can only keep so many boys around here, and you're past your usefulness. Now, I'm sure you're wondering how I'll be sending you off into the great beyond. It's quite simple, little piggy. You've been my piece of meat and that's how you'll go out: I'm going to cook you alive. I'll need to tenderize you before you go into the oven, of course. Not a single inch of flesh will go untreated. You will be whipped and tenderized until every iota of pain has been milked from your body. You'll cry and scream, I'm sure, but that will be all the more delicious, don't you think? After you're unrecognizable, I'll prime the oven and place you inside. Every second will be such an end of torment, hot and unbearable. This oven will be the last thing you ever see, my little piece of meat...