Morning Simulator

You grab a pair of cable ties from his drawer and use one to bind his wrists together, then his ankles. He squirms and tries to scream as tears form in his eyes. You sit him up against the wall.
You: Poor little gay orphan.
You smack him across the face. He lets out a muffled yelp.
You: First I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to kill your bitch sister.
You squeeze your hands around his throat.