Go ahead, just do it. I know you want to this as much as I want you to do to me. After all, with this noose already around my throat and my wrists shackled securely behind my back, Im at your mercy, not that I want any. So, go ahead and push the up button, why deny yourself a little amusement at my fatal expense?

Its ironic really. The last twenty-three minutes of Taras life turned out to be painful and brutally unpleasant, but by the end I think she actually enjoyed it more than I did...