Hello. I know it's late and all, but would you mind if I came in? I brought a freshly baked pie that we could share. Awesome, I'll just set this on the table? Remember yesterday when you ridiculed me to your friends behind my back the other day? Yeah, you thought I didn't know, huh? Pie taste good? I baked something extra in that you should be feeling riiiiiggghhttt about now. Enjoy the nap.
-2 to 4 hours later-
Oh good, you're up. Confused? I slipped GHB into the pie. It's a convenient drug, but that's beside the point. You'll notice you're tied to the chair. You see, I don't like when people talk behind my back. I mean, it's really inconsiderate. After overhearing your conversation, I decided I needed to vent my anger, and, who better a target then the person who caused it?
We'll probably start with flaying and go from there.
Oh, don't worry. I won't kill you. It wouldn't be as fun if I did. Heh, I guess no one ever told you; Sure, psychopaths and serial killers are bad, but the worst people are the polite ones. Crossing them is never a good idea.