Book Of Bad Dreams: Chapter III: Buried Alive (Brogg 6)
You find it difficult to relax in a box slightly larger than your body. Your left leg begins to spasm, and you have an incredible itch on your left foot that you cannot reach. You cannot wipe the stale, warm drool from your chin.
This is not a massage parlor, you are not here to relax. You are here to die.
The end.