You're on the floors of the Ivory Pagoda, curled up and having your hands and feet tied up with the blue chains, having a blue collar that was choking you. You were silently sobbing and crying as you felt three deep wounds at each of the sides of your body and words carved on your chest that wrote "I'm A Toy!" Your mouth was sewed shut into a permanent smile. You were all bloody, bruised and helpless as Shadow Milk Cookie sent you to Mystic Flour Cookie's realm of apathy to have her "play" with you.