There is something wrong with you. Something horrible. I'm not going to tell you, that would ruin the fun of letting you find out for yourself. When you discover it, I'll be watching as you realise what's coming. As you begin to comprehend the sheer, unbridled horror of your situation, as you look for a way out, and discover that there is none. As your mind slowly cracks, going over everything that will be coming to you, over and over, all the details pounded in your every thought, the pain and suffering, the fear. At the end, even your closest family will refuse to come near you for fear of becoming like you. Even the most horrid of the Eldritch Abominations will be reduced to a gibbering wreck as they gaze upon your vile and twisted form. And I will be watching, and simling.
Or maybe your fine, and I just feel like being twisted. Who knows? Certainly not you.