The only signs of discomfort coming from the man turned statue were his wide eyes and his desperate, pathetic begging noises. It made my dick hard to know I gave this asshole more purpose in a life of despair and misery than he had all his life. Just knowing that from now on he'd be stuck just for my a entertainment was enough for me.
I found myself caring less and less about the person inside this perfect statue. And so I decided to no longer acknowledge its humanity. This object would be stuck doing what it always does best: looking good.
Since the thing before me had now no more inherent value to me than a piece of gum under my shoe, I realised that it shouldn't even be making noise or be able to take in its surroundings like people do.
"OK, my cute statue, this will be the last time I address you. As you can probably gather, I installed a device that transforms any voices into a high pitched, garbled mess in your ears. If you concentrate like I'm forcing you to do right now, you will be able to decipher what the person is saying, however it will be extremely unpleasant to you. If you get your mind off of your surroundings and focus on your predicament, you'll be spared that noise.
I've also installed a way to make sure you try and be as quiet as you can. After all, statues don't make noise. If any sound comes from your mouth, your plugs will give you a painful shock. During those shocks you will be prevented from making any sound at all. This will ensure that your screams of pain will not let themselves be heard. And oops, looks like it's already doing its thing..
I want to reiterate :this is the last time anyone will address you directly. You are nothing more than a statue that will adorn my house for eternity. Goodbye Sam, you'll be the only person who cares about the mind trapped in that body. Not even I care. Goodbye"
A swoosh I'm sound later and the statue found itself as the centerpiece of a dark room. Ears still ringing from the noise of nails on chalkboard the statue had to endure, it was somehow aware that its mind would never detiorate. It would never go crazy. It would never get used to this fate.