‘Now,’ said the demon, ‘the true pain begins.’ It did. Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone.Every lie he had told – told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything. (…) The demon took apart his life, moment by moment, instant by awful instant. It lasted a hundred years, perhaps, or a thousand, and towards the end he realised the demon had been right. The physical torture had been kinder.