Merry Christmas, Prepare To Die

You wake up, a bruise on the back of your head, and look around you. You're in a faintly-lit room surrounded by nothingness. You are chained to some bricks by your neck. You see three other kids also chained down.

A large, bulbous man walks in chomping on a cigar.

"You, new kid," he grunts looking at you, "welcome to my little personal heaven. You wanna get back home to mommy an' daddy?"

You hesitate for a moment and then nod.

"Good, then youse gotta fight. You ready to fight?"