I stare at him as he lies there, his arms clenched above his head, his legs wrapped and rendered useless. He can't move, he can't defend himself, he can't escape. His body is still unmarked. Too smooth for my taste. It's been a long time since he last felt my teeth sink into his flesh, and today I will show no mercy!! I slowly approach, open my mouth, and squeeze his flesh between my incisors. This is just a taste!! Very soon, my teeth will crush his flesh with long, ferocious bites. Obviously, my intent is not just to bite him and make him suffer, but to mark every inch of his useless body. My teeth will grab and tear, relentlessly, on his chest, his side, his abdomen. I feel his fear every time my mouth comes close, and as the fear of the next bite becomes more and more insistent, this sadistic game of mine becomes more and more illogical, and it is precisely this unpredictability that transforms the whole thing into a double trture! Very soon his body will be covered in deep, engraved marks. Today I fully intend to continue biting to the limit of human endurance!