Eight years in a cage. Eight years of endless pain and complete helplessness. Eight years of cruel torment and tears that can’t wet dry eyes. And then — the moment of freedom. As it should be, freedom lasts only a moment; there will be no more suffering — only death at the hands of those for whom you are merely entertainment, a rare shot for an album. But even a moment is enough for someone who has nothing left but anger and a thirst for revenge — someone who can easily turn from prey into the scariest hunter: an S-T-I-K-S…