It kinda depends on my mood at the time.
When I'm relaxing, I enjoy erotic scenes, especially ones where the victim intentionally gets caught, struggles not to escape but to be enveloped, and submerges in orgasmic bliss. They know I'm watching, but they care not, for they are in the arms of their eternal, common lover; I may save them from death this time, but they will attempt again, farther from prying eyes.
When I'm frustrated, like most nights when I get home from work, I watch more perilous scenes; I like to see the victims fall in/get pushed in, struggling vainly to escape while wasting breath calling for help or begging their captor to help them. "Save me, oh, save me from the peril I'm in," they'd say as I watch them struggle; they deserve their dark fate. I mock them as they grovel, tears feeding the mire with fear as they draw their last breath; as they wave their half-buried arms for last-second rescue, I hand a small bit of rope to the last remnants of the victim and laugh silently as they grab on for dear life. I pull and pull until they start to rise, then I release them to the bottomless depths and watch, awestruck, as even their manicured fingernails are engulfed.
As you can tell, I'm just coming back from work.

Uh. Festering cesspool all its own.