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Yes, I would like to nail your feet to my basement floor with a bolt gun, then let the sump backup putrid water to infect the wounds. You would stay there, stuck to the basement floor in septic water, your feet blistering and boiling from bacterial slowly digesting them. You have to sleep sitting up because you can't lay flat on your back without submerging your head. You have to shit and piss where you are, causing the water to become more and more septic. There's no food for you, and no fresh water to drink. In your agony of thirst you will resort to drinking some of the water, thinking your system can handle a little bit at a time. It won't kill you, and someone will come to save you eventually. Your first few times you vomit up whatever was left in your stomach, which isn't much, but mostly bile. The stench is so horrific that it burns your olfactory senses to the point you can smell nothing, which doesn't matter since the rotting flesh falling off your leg as sepsis spreads cannot be discerned from the smell of waste water. At some point you can no longer stand on your feet because they won't support you, and the muscles in your lower leg have given, anyway. Eventually your feet rot and you are no longer bolted to the floor, but it doesn't matter. You can't stand, and you're too weak to pull yourself across the floor, too weak to keep your head above the water. You are going to die down there, drowned in that sewage unless you're lucky and the toxins in your blood get you first.