My master assured me that by the time people read my account, I must have died in agony. He told me that he would use a smooth top stick to stick into my anus, and then erect the stick (along with my body) and bury it in a pit dug out in front of his villa door. He said with a smile that experience told him that the wood must not be sharpened, otherwise it would pierce the intestinal tract in my body, causing me to die prematurely due to massive bleeding, but the smooth top is not the same. It will rely on the weight of my body, slowly and firmly string up my large intestine and small intestine. It may stay for a while when it reaches the pylorus of my stomach, and my master will give me a little help. He would have two red bricks tied to each of my dangling ankles to make sure that the thick wooden stick would pass through my entire stomach until it finally reached my throat.