You wake up from coughing up your own blood, your head feeling 4 sizes too small for your brain.
Tied to a chair, surrounded by nothing but grey walls, a single lamp hanging from the ceiling, lighting the room up just enough for you to see a table a few feet away with all sorts of tools on it. No windows although it's so damp and cold. A clock on the wall, tick,, tock,,, tick,,, You listen up, regretting you did, hearing distant screams sounding through the thick stone wall, apparently coming from another room. You hear the screaming turn into a nasty gurgling sound like if someone was sawing off the head of whoever it was. Everything goes quiet,,, footsteps.. footsteps.. tick,,, tock.