There once was a torturer who continually damaged and harmed and hurt and contorted the body of another an Armenian.
He continued day and night with twisted will in twisted tactic.
After one year of continual nonstop torture, even in sleep, hitting the Armenian, while he was not even awake, the Armenian was released.
However, within five minutes, after a great relief and celebration, he said a word, however normal, that seemed suspicious.
He was brought back quickly and tortured by the same man for another two years.
Finally, when he was released once more, he decided to run and not celebrate. Upon running, they caught him, thinking he was still a threat, and tortured him another three years.
The clever Armenian, the first to be tortured, nearly the last to remain, after being released once more, got the stick, the club, the poisons, the tricks, the drugs, the chairs, the weapons, the devices, the needles, the chemicals, and tortured the torturers, being the only way he became free from the continual torment.
Night and day he continued and in peace he lived and died.