They thought their time in the air was over, but the real torment was just about to be served. After hours of suspension, their bodies are aching and their throats are parched. That's when I walk in not with a key, but with a delicious, greasy meal. In this clip, you'll witness a masterclass in psychological control: The Feast: I savor every bite of my burger and crispy fries, making sure they smell every ingredient while they hang there, helpless and starving. The Tease: I flaunt my cold drink, letting them hear the ice clink as I satisfy my thirst right in front of their desperate faces. The Cold Exit: Just as they think I'm about to lower them, a phone call changes everything. My schedule is more important than their comfort.
