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"W...where am i?" I screamed. 
 
The door opened. 1 footstep, 2 footstep……footstep...... it was Mickey. He was carrying something over his shoulder, i looked closer to see what it was, and I wished I hadn't. It was my brother's mangled torn body, with Donald duck's head crudely sewn on the top. I begged for Mickey to put an end to my life, there and then, he replied in a cold voice "Well gosh, we don't want to get to the fun yet do we?"
 
I don't recall how long i was out for, I woke up, begging to god that it was a dream, but as I looked up I saw the hyper-realistic eyes of Mickey, and immediately knew that I was still in Mickey's hell. I was tied down, naked, with bruises running along my body. I closed my eyes and prayed, prayed to any god and every god, that this satanic demon be put back in hell, but my prayers were not answered and the loud mechanical whirring of a chainsaw began.