Sadisticum

And now I'm here and could kill your husband.

I know that this frightens you but don't worry. You nearly did it.

Steven, what's wrong? Steven, please talk to me... do you hear me?

I began when I was seventeen.

Hi, my name is Leah. We go to the same school.

I'm collecting signs for a school project, so I thought I would ring the bell.

I don't have any time, and this doesn't bother me at all!

Okay!

Won't write!

I'm sorry!

Wait, I'll get a pen.

You're quite still in school.

I am how I am!

You needn't to be like that. I think you're a cute guy!

So then, give it to me.

From the beginning it was all too clear to me that this was only a pretense.

Ha, what's that? Are you sure you're a man? Where's your penis?

What could be worse for a young man than challenging his maleness?

No please, I'm sorry. Please!

Bitch bitch.

Humiliation and anger sparked something inside me...

which eclipsed any sense of rationality and humanity.

And suddenly a feeling came over me which was new from that day on...

Oh god, I need to...

How could I offend her - how should I act now? What should I do with Leah?

I couldn't let her go - what if she went to the police?

I only had this one opportunity...

I remember a low summer wind the next day

and a paradoxical complacency about what had happened.

A feeling as if nothing had happened.

Only a deep fulfillment satisfied my body, which was to me...

like the naive easiness of an infant.

It was curious - hours passed by like fluffy clouds and I thought of nothing.

No repentance, no compassion, nothing.

Years later I realized why I had this totally new and excellent attitude to life.

It's been 30 years since I've been a murderer.

During this time I had a very quiet

and secluded life in which I had no impulse to harm any other people.

I was part of society but still it was a returning fiasco every day until something...

I was part of society but still it was a returning fiasco every day until something...

May I trouble you for an extra cigarette?

Do you have a light?

- One moment! - No problem!

And how about money? Gimme your money!

Take it easy! - Yeah, take it easy!

You see this, don't ya?

Gimme your money, quickly!

Your watch. Give it to me. Put it in this sac.

Anything else?

What about the case? What's in there? Open this fucking case - Now!

Shit! You cunt!

You, motherfucker, stay down!

Suddenly I was 17 again when I had an argument with a guy from my village.

Curiously, I know not the reason why.

Hello, everything okay? Let me help you!

I'm OK.

Sit down! Everything okay with you? Should I call the police?

No police, please!

Humiliation and pain activated a powerful feeling in me.

I wanted to kill.

And for the first time, I consciously experienced the urge to kill someone.

Can I help you?

Everything around me was very silent.

I recollect that I had to think for a moment in order to remember

what I had had for dinner that night.

It was meat loaf with red cabbage and boiled potatoes.

For dessert my mum made a wonderful pudding. Nothing ever did taste better!

For a moment I was totally relaxed...but it was brief.

The emptiness in my life was too powerful.

For some time now I had the fantasy to torture and murder

in front of like-minded people.

I longed for admiration.

Admiration for the things I would do with passion.

Too many years I spent trapped in society, without the courage...

...needed to loosen the bonds of my cowardice and burst out of the norm.

Long over-due, it was now time to leave my abstinence behind...

and spread my wings to fly away again!

So I attempted to get in contact with like-minded people.

At regular meetings, I offered...

to teach them the "Efficient Torture Method,"

on a living test person...

so that they could learn it for themselves.

I spent many hours reading bulky texts about the human anatomy

and painful methods of torture.

After many weeks of preparation there was only one thing missing - the proband!

Before my great appearance, my inner exertion was so high...

that the night before seemed like an eternity to me.

Good evening.

Our topic today is

"Effectivity of torture."

"Effectivity" means:

to inflict as much pain as possible with the least complexity,

and thereby to cause as little damage as possible.

Little damage because the proband should hang in there as long as possible.

Let's start with the hand.

Due to the function of the hand as our main tool to feel and to touch,

it has plenty of nerves.

Another reason to start here is that the hand's damage

implicates no life-threatening losses.

As you can see, you can inflict much pain without any mechanical devices.

You can include the contents of a typical toolbox.

For example a standard screwdriver can be very useful.

Let me demonstrate this quickly.

We place the screwdriver between fingernail and fingertip,

fix it and exercise a short intense force.

Alternatively, you could remove the fingernail with pliers.

Maybe with this kind.

I'm going to demonstrate this now.

Let's start with the next topic of the evening.

The cutting off of separate phalanges.

For this we use a chisel and a hammer especially.

We place the chisel

between the knuckles of the bone

and thump forcefully upon the tool.

The advantage of this kind of treatment

is that we can cut through each phalanx separately.

We place the chisel again and thump forcefully upon the chisel.

If this is too gruff for somebody,

you can use many other devices.

For example, something like this.

Would anyone like to try?

For the end of today's class,

we're gonna work a little bit with fuel.

It's suggested to soak very small pieces of skin

because the burn might be so big that the victim could die too fast.

Finally I could live!

Hello, Steven.