I'm A Twisted Fart
Bound at the ankles and hung upside down from the ceiling. You're as helpless as a newborn bat. If the ropes give way, you'll fall head first and snap your silly neck. The blood starts rushing to your head, the viens swell and your eyes turn bloody.

You look around, there's no one around. Not even a soul. Its just an empty room with no door. Just a little hole on the middle of the floor. You strain your neck to see whats in there.

Without warning, an army of cutter ants start swarming out of that hole and start making their way up the four sides of the wall and towards you. In no time... the entire suface area of the wall is filled by the ants as they swarmed in confusion around you.

There is no way out. Inch by inch, they make their way onto you and in a frenzied attempt to get them off, you took aim and smacked the ants on your thigh.

Bad mistake... you've angered the ants.

Death is certain. Death is near. Death is now.