I am sat down at a table. I don't know where I am or who these men are. They force-feed me plate after plate of Thai food. A few hours later, I'm still in the room, but now I am shitting everywhere. Hot diarrhea comes out like a faucet. It's been minutes of continuous drainage.
My body is incinerating, but I am cold. Why is this happening to me? What did I do? The Queen has the answers, but she'll never tell. The brass bull thrashes and flogs, for it knows it's wickedness has been bested by the barbarous persecution the Queen has levied upon me.