Waking up only to find himself in a 3×3 cell. The room was made of stone, and it was a damp and cold dark cell; he was puzzled as to why he was there and what he was doing there. Since he was sure he was working at his office overtime and fell asleep.

He looked around if he could find an exit but all he could see was the locked metal door and a bowl of some kind of food that had mold growing on it. Scared and confused he heard the clanking of the cell door's lock before it opened up.

A man who was assumed to be a guard entered. "Do you know where I am?" He cried to the guard desperately only to be left with silence. He tried to ask again but was immediately knocked unconscious with the holy of the guard's sword.

Opening his eyes, he saw the light filtering through something that felt like a sac over his head. The stench of garlic and rotten blood clung to it, leaving him feeling nauseous. Luckily, he was able to hold it in, but he didn't know how long he could hold out before he threw up.

As he adjusted to his surroundings, he realized he was standing, but before he could process it further, a stick struck him, sending him rolling on the ground. He felt a surge of anger boil within him, and the only way to calm down was to voice his frustration. "What the hell is your problem?!" he shouted, turning his head frantically to make at least face his assaulter he couldn't see.

He got up, wincing at the dull ache in his side, and waited for a response, or at least an apology. But instead, all he got was a swift punch to his gut, knocking the wind out of him. He rolled over, gasping for breath and with tears rolling down his eyes.

That punch made it clear to him that he was not in charge and his needs wouldn't be met.

"Move it, you filthy pirate," the assaulter said.

"Pirate," he thought aloud, he tried to explain the misunderstanding. "I'm not a pirate. I am just a salesman," he said. "Oh, then I'm the Queen's cousin," the assaulter replied snarkily, not believing his captive in the slightest.

Walking set of stairs before being told to halt by his captor. The sac was taken out of his face and what he saw left him with more unanswered questions.

He was standing on top of a platform with other people who had faces of resignation, defiance, or no emotion at all.

What surprised him more was the captives beside him were not all human. Some were animals that stood only on their hind legs and in upright positions. Some were humans with long pointy ears, while there were some with thick green skin with their lower canines sticking out. It was the most bizarre scene he had ever seen.

The spectators were also the same animals standing on hind legs, beautiful people with pointy ears, and green-skinned folks.

The only difference between them was they were dressed in nice clothes, while he and the other captives were in dirty rags.

What brought him back to reality was the guard who attacked him, shouting to the crowd we will begin the execution of Captain Hillberry and his crew.

"Execution?" He thought aloud again. There was a noose, a giant axe, and a guillotine, and to make it fun for the spectators, they were to choose how the criminals would die.

He knew from that moment he was f*caked.