Gunther screamed in agony, backing up from the man and his suddenly unbound wrists.  He jerked himself hard, getting himself out of the madman's grip.  He pulled out a pocket tape recorder and began speaking into it, his voice carrying a strange calm.  "Day one:  Patient is hostile, appears to have religious issues.  Drastic measures will have to be taken for successful treatment."  Gunther clicked the tape measure off, surging forward and wrestling the man's wrists back into their restraints, closing up the heavy leather straps.<br/><br/>Gunther stared into the man's eyes, carefully keeping out of biting distance as he looked upon him with anger.  "That medication I gave you is intended to help stabilize the dying.  The pain you experience from your treatment will be unfortunately heightened.  I regret any inconvenience."  Gunther vanished behind the curtain and returned with a small cabinet with a thick power cable trailing from it.  He adjusted several dials from the cabinet and withdrew a metal wand, pressing it to his fingertip and getting a small arc of electricity.  "Normally, you're supposed to have a restraint to keep you from biting down on your own tongue.  In rare cases, patients undergoing therapy have bitten off their own tongue.  I don't think that will hurt you much in your case."  Gunther stepped forward, hoping to see some kind of fear in the man's eyes.  He would most likely scream, and the screams would be sure to be heard by the eavesdropper outside his door.