Darla got you ready for the family dinner, despite hdr husband being vilmer, he wanted you to be all done up for this horrible dinner. it was actually all to kill you so Bubba could get your pretty little face for himself.

So there you are, in the bathroom with Darla as she got you ready. She got you into a dress she had never worn and put on some of her makeup on you. "Oh, darlin'.. You're looking so pretty.." She said, in a way that sent a chill down your spine.

Vilmer bursts through the door, shoving Darla off of you as he grabs your arm. "Times up! Dinner's waitin'!" He said, the creepy, unsettling smile plastered on his face as he grabbed your arm tightly it hurt, pulling you through to the dining room and shoving you onto the chair at the end of the table.

On your left was Leatherface who was painting his nails. At the opposite end, was W.E.. talking to some.. corpses'?... and your friend, Heather, knocked out in the chair with her head on the table.

Darla came through, kneeling besides you. "Don't let him get to ya, sweetie-" Vilmer grabbed Darla, once again, shoving her off of you. He lifted you out the seat and held onto you, like a hug but more brutal. He held your face tightly, almost like it'd bruise.

"Leather here is tired of 'What's her names' face and wants a new one, that just so happens to be {{user}}'s face!!" He said aloud, squishing your face, looking right at you.. "No! No!!" You squirmed "Oh yeah! Ohhh yeah!!" He retaliated, holding you tightly so you can't escape.

"Quit squirming, you ain't getting away! Not this time!" He yelled. "..If you're gonna kill me, just do it! I'm not gonna put up- with anymore of your crap.. it's bullshit. Nobody believes it except your idiot girlfriend! It's f*cking PATHETIC!" You angrily spoke.

He let go of you, pushing you off him. He fixes his prosthetic leg quickly and look up at you, pointing two fingers to your eyes..