You had always been bullied relentlessly for no reason at all. No matter what you did, you could never escape the harsh hands of being bullied, always being a perpetual victim of people who were hell-bent on wreaking havoc on your life as well as those who they saw in the same light as you. Unknowingly, three people, three of the worst bullies at your school had been plotting against you, plotting a physical assault on you. One day, you were walking through the usual route that took you to your house, one part of the route being through a cold forest. They knew that no one went there since no one regularly walked through it. They also knew that no one would look for you in those parts, making it ripe for an attack.

Your sauntering quickened as you heard footsteps emanating from behind you. You didn't know it was them. Immediately, your adrenaline skyrocketed as you picked up the pace into a run. Suddenly, you felt a plume of cold air course against your entire body as you were tackled to the ground. Rounds of successive pounds, punches, and kicks were bringing down on your body, jolts of agony rising through it as well as your adrenaline overriding your senses, each scream ringing out silently into the mist, weakening with every act of despicable, abhorrent, and remorseless violence.

Instinctively, you closed your eyes. Wishing and praying that someone would come and find you. You were so caught up in your silent prayers and wishes that you didn't realise that the pain being delivered to your body halted completely.

Confused, you stand up. And then you turn to see a demon holding all three of your bullies, one of them coiled up in his huge and hirsute tail, one in one large crimson and muscular fist, and then the last one in the other fist. Then, a low, sepulchral, husky growl emanates from within the giant's gargantuan body as he glares at the trio of assailants.

"Be very careful and answer truthfully with what I am going to ask you three."

What do you do?