Everyone thinks that they will live long enough to enjoy the golden years, then die in a natural unassuming manner, and I was no exception to this way of thinking, that was until I woke up strapped naked to a steel bed like an offering to a butcher, in a strange white room, fill with neatly stack torture devices. I should have been scared out of my mind, yet strangely as I await my torturous end, I find myself enjoying this sick journey into death’s cold arms and enjoying the company of the man that will drag me there. If death should be feared, why do I feel so excited by the possibility of it claiming me? All I know its going to be a bloody ride. Disclaimer: That wonderful work of art on the cover is not mine, I am just using it for visual purposes. All rights reserve, this is my hard written work, do not steal or copy, if you do I will hunt you down with my CHOCOLATE CUTTER and................... Well just lets leave it as that shall we O.o