THIRST-TORMENT
Once again, we’re having a glorious—and, above all, scorching—summer day. In temperatures like these, anyone with a spot in the shade and plenty to drink is lucky. It’s a different story for my poor wretch of a captive, whom I’ve locked in a cage out in the blazing sun. While he roasts away in the heat, I enjoy a cool drink and make fun of him. Being the mean person I sometimes am, I burn his tongue with my cigarette and spill my drink onto the ground just out of his reach to intensify his craving for fluids. I also take great pleasure in drying out his mouth even further by making him clean my bone-dry boots, and then stoking his burning thirst for water with plenty of Tabasco. All the while, I keep sending him back into his sweltering cage. Finally, I leave him to stew a little longer while I treat myself to an ice cream and a cold drink in town.