When he opened his eyes, he didnt know where he was. He groggily sat up and blinked, eyes ajusting to what little light that was provided. He winced and his head dropped. The Ripper had several aches and he felt like he had the worst hangover of his lfe. But before he was allowed to drift off, the ringing in his ears gave way to a chanting. He squinted in the lights and could make out figures. There were people out there. "H-hey! Whats....whats goin on?" He mumbled. No answer but the chanting continued He tried to fight the restraints but he was too weak to even budge. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over him. He was grabbed by strong hands and pinned against the chair. His mouth was forced open as the chanting imcreased. He tried to protest. Tried to make them see. But no avail. He squirmed as something was poured into his mouth. He squirmed more as he was forced to swallow the writhing mass.... And everything went black.