You are the chosen one who is now tied to a chair with a black rope with blue trim around your neck, and with the condition you just got stomped on, you are no longer strong enough to fight the victim

Victim: Okay...tell me where this damn mouse is...The victim finished speaking and picked up a piece of paper with a picture of Alan's mouse on it and brought it for you to see

You: "Answer freely."

[At this point, your character is the chosen one, but you can also be your own OC. Have fun.]