You can see it too?

"You're sick!" Ranga spat with disdain.

'I know.' 

"Wrong answer!" Tristan snickered darkly, squeezing harder, until Sid began struggling weakly.

"Stop this!" Ranga cried, staring at Sid fearfully through her watering eyes. "He isn't meant to be alive anymore."

Tristan ignored her warning, continuing to squeeze hard.

"What do you say? Should I kill him or should you do the honors?"

Ranga was unable to respond, tears streaming freely down both cheeks.

Tristan watched silently while trying not to show any emotion whatsoever.

There wasn't anything more satisfying than seeing another person lose control of their own emotions.