Yeah yeah.
Total lack of imagination.
One centimeter by ten centimeter strips of their flesh. Daily. at different times so they ahve no idea of a schedule.
Cell, open only to the sun, too steep to climb out, but direct sun all day.
To small to sit or lay down in, too narrow to even bend the knees.
Meals: Flesh, previously mentioned. Water, plenty, minutely salinated; enough to cause pain, and small ruptures in cell structures, not enough to kill.
Hands bound, with some movement allowed, not enough to scratch or touch self or environment, enough to eat and drink. Frustration, but no suicide or ability to scratch itches, can feed themselves.
Heat lamps at night. Running water at night, turning a metal brush that scrapes the wall; no sleep.
Tapes of people speaking and laughing and having fun, in foreign languages that they cant understand.
The list could go on, but you get the gist, there should be no rest, mercy, forgiveness, or reabilitation. There should be nothing enjoyable, not even the peace of their own mind.