He would wave his key in front of me and say "you want this, do you?" All the while staring at me with his small, lecherous pig like eyes. The wax of the candles slowly running down his forehead. How could he stand the pain? They say the candles were made of human fat... All I know, is that it was the only light, I saw for years as my mind was slowly crumbling.

A one evening paint workout with Jakob Villien, you can see Jakob's version here: http://www.puttyandpaint.com/projects/17517