Death by a Thousand Cuts

I’m in a public school. We have kidnapped George osbourne 
We beat and threaten him. He tries to reason with us. I switch to using a small scalpel, and an old razor blade on a stick. I slash his arms and face, until his shirt is a bloody mess. He likes the pain. I hate violence. I hate to do this. But I have to kill him slowly, the way he’s trying to kill us, with the death of a thousand cuts.