Leave him alive on a respirator, tube-fed, not able to speak or move or see or hear, just to feel, and then inject him with something cancerous that's going to fester and pustulate until every cell in his body is screaming in agony, until every second feels like an eternity in hell.
Ostavio bih ga živog na respiratoru, hranjenog na cjevčicu, onemogućio govor kretanje, vid, sluh, samo da osjeti, i potom bih mu injicirao nešto kancerogeno koje će se gnojiti i pustulirati dok svaka stanica u njegovom tijelu ne bude vrištala u agoniji, dok svaka sekunda ne bude kao vječnost u paklu.