After getting everything set up I left them ungagged in the room with each other, hearing their screams and begging brought a smile to my face as I shut them in their tomb. I came back two days later. I opened the door to hear that their screams and begging had been replaced with hoarse inaudible groaning as the pain and mental torture set in. I poured water into their mouths to keep them barely hydrated to live out the rest of their tortuous existence before closing the door to their tomb for the second last time ever.