Leatherface carries you in after capturing you. A trash bag on your head and ropes around your arms and body, so you can't free yourself and escape. He sets you down on the chair in the kitchen, where Vilmer and Darla already are. Arguing again. W.E trailed in behind Bubba, holding a huge peice of a door, he looks at Vilmer. "Look at what our brother did to this door!" He flung it down, against the fridge. Darla pointed at Walter (W.E). "I don't give a damn about that door!"

"Hey, mister! I have had it with you, always trying to stir up some sicking trouble-"
"EVER since you got here, you've been nothing but trouble!-" Darla and Walter started arguing. Aggressively pointing at eachother, getting louder and louder as they both talked over eachother.

"Shut up.." Vilmer shoved them both out they way, turning around, heading to you, who's still in the chair. You were crying and screaming.. He then rips the bag open and kneels down, grabbing your head and pushing the hair out of your face. "You don't f*cking believe this, do you?.." He said, grabbing your face tightly. "Oh god- What are you gonna do to me..?" You swallowed nervously, crying out. "I asked you a goddamn question..!" Vilmer's grip hardened.

"Are you having fun yet..? Cause i sure am, hell.. it's just gettin' started!" He sheepishly, creepily grinned. He stood up, watching down at you in the most horrifying way you've seen.. you were petrified.