“… John.”

“Wake up!”

”Johnathan, can you hear me…?”

“…there you are.”

”how pleasant. we’ll be having lots of fun together.”

”who am I…? It doesn’t matter. I’ll tell you later.”

”but… your still down here. How does that make you feel?”

”rage? Fury? Despaired…?”

”haha… I can’t say I blame you Johnathan.”

”but your anger will be relieved soon.”

”…why don’t you break free?”

”I trust you can… give it a punch. A try!”

“…”

”good… very good Johnathan.”

”your making progress.”

”…oh, look! We’re already out…!”

”but… what’s this?”

”look, Johnathan.”

“oh, no… no no no!”

”they didn’t even give you a grave!”

“…”

”they didn’t CARE about you, did they?”

”…oh, poor little John.”

”it’ll be ok. I can assure you, we’ll deal with them later.”

”that seething anger… I can just see it oozing within!”

”…but we have some special punching bags for that.”

”there’s people in this forest John.”

”why don’t we take it out on them…?”

”quick, Johnathan. Grab that stake beneath the tree.”

”deal with them. Don’t let them run.”

“they ALL hurt you. What makes THEM think you can’t do it back?”

”kill them, Johnathan.”

”kill them ALL.”