This gives me an awful idea.
A monster in need of a lesson?
A mascot like character appearing on a screen ready to dispense twisted justice?
Is it time for... Jigabby?

A man wakes up in the darkness
Head pounding, he wonders where his latest bender had led him this time
Some whores bed?
No... the floor was cold and hard
His son's bedroom floor again?
Little puke had spent the night hiding in his closet then, luckily he had passed out searching for him before anything too serious had happened...
No, this place felt different...
Suddenly, he was blinded by a flash of brilliant light
An old but powerful floodlight bathed the room in clinical white
As he recolied in pain, the man heard a voice
"Good evening Mr Whitman"
"Who's there!?!" he yelled, his arm held up to protect his eyes
The light dimmed slightly, allowing him to take in his surroundings
He was in a small room, surrounded by four bare concrete walls and a single metal door
In the corner sat and old tv set, similar to the one at home, fitted with a vcr
On the screen, was a small cartoon bunny rabbit
What caught his attention however, was the sight of a chain
It had been wrapped tightly around his right wrist and right ankle, locked in place on each with a sturdy padlock, and had been fed through a ring fixed solidly to the floor
"What the hell..."
He tried tugging on it, but managed only a sharp sting of pain from his wrist
He was trapped
The voice rang out again, seemingly coming from the tv
"Would you like to play a game, Mr Whitman?"
It was the rabbit
"What is this!?!" he yelled out, tugging again at his chains with a metallic rattle
The cartoon rabbit regarded him coldly
"Up until now Mr Whitman, you have lived your life in sin." the rabbit began
"You lie, you cheat on your wife, you drink..."
The rabbit's pale blue eyes narrowed
"...and then you go home and terrorise your innocent young son."
"But that stops today."

It was madness
He was trapped in a room in god knows where, being berated by a cartoon rab-
A flicker of recognition
He had seen that dumb white face somewhere...
"As you can see, you have been secured firmly to the floor."
"The door across the room is currently locked, but the key is easily within your reach."
Looking at the door, he saw it
A key hung from a hook just above it, but there was no way to reach it while chained to the floor
"Now if you look behind you, Mr Whitman..."
"You will see the hacksaw."
With mounting horror, he looked
There was indeed a saw, a small, rusty old thing
"As you can see, it is in no condition to cut through a metal chain, but I guarantee it will certainly cut through bone."
"Y-you can't be serious!" he whimpered
"Deadly." the rabbit responded
"In exactly two minutes, this room will begin to fill with water."
"If you fail to free yourself and reach the key before the room floods, then you will surely drown."
He looked around desperately, but there was nothing else in reach
He checked his pockets for something to maybe pick at the padlocks with, but they were empty
"Why are you doing this!?!" he yelled angrily at the screen
The rabbit's face was emotionless
"As you can see, the chain is fixed to your body in two places."
"Firstly, to the fist you favour when beating your son, and secondly to the foot you used to stamp on what little things he holds dear."
"You have chosen up until now to use what God has given you to unjustly hurt young Jonah, and then drown your sorrows and guilt in alcohol."
"Now you will chose which one of these things you will cut away and lose in repentance, or you will drown in your own sin."
"Choose wisely Mr Whitman, and quickly."
With that, the picture on the tv changed, to that if a portly cartoon badger
He gave a merry little wave, before turning a large metal valve in front of him
As he finished turning, the water began to pour in

He wasted a good few minutes struggling with the chain, pulling at the hook and trying to somehow twist out of his bonds
It was no good however, and the water was up to his ankles by the time he stopped
He grabbed at the saw before he could lose it to the water and tested it
The blade was mostly dull, like the rabbit had said, and no use in cutting metal
He knew enough from his handyman days to know any attempt would break the thing and render it useless
The water was rising rapidly now and already lapping at his knees
He actually began to consider what had been asked of him, if cutting...
"Why are you doing this to me?" he pleaded
The little tv was floating on the water now, but oddly still functioning
"Because you deserve it, Mr Whitman." the rabbit responded
"I-I can change!" he cried
"That might work on your wife Mr Whitman, but it won't work on me I'm afraid."
The water was higher now, up to his waist
He was cold, shivering, and panicking
He looked at the chain tied to his wrist
If he had to do this then perhaps the ankle would be better...
But he had wasted too much time
He would have to go underwater to do that now...
He gripped the saw tightly, and made an experimental cut just above to chain around his wrist
He gritted his teeth, but he had never been one to have a high tolerance of pain
With a yelp he pulled the saw away again, leaving a bare scratch on his skin
He prepared to try again, but hesitated
There had to be another way out of this...
"Time is running out Mr Whitman."
The annoyingly calm feminine voice of the rabbit somehow managed to cut through the crashing of the water filling the room
"Just shut up damn you!" he yelled, and made his last mistake
He impulsively threw the hacksaw at the floating tv set, and watched in horror as it sunk down into the water
The rabbit narrowed its eyes again
"It seems you have made your choice then Mr Whitman."

He was in full panic now
He began yanking at the chain in desperation, trying to separate it from the floor
All he managed to do however was lose his footing, slipping, and pulling his ankle into the loop with a sickening crack
His ankle snapped
His scream was stifled by the water swirling around him
He somehow managed to get his head back above the water
He only had a few seconds left now until the water level overtook him
There was just enough time to look over at the tv, which has floated over to him
The rabbit was pressed right up against the screen now, little white hands held up against it like it was just a plate of glass
"Please..." he pleaded
It stared at him, barely a few inches away now
"God helps those who help themselves, Mr Whitman." it whispered
Then he finally recognised it
It was the rabbit, the angel, from that dumb cartoon his son was always watching
"Jonah..." he spluttered
The rabbit scowled
"Don't worry about Jonah." it said
"He will grow up strong, and just and true."
"And he won't remember you at all."
Finally the water took him
It wasn't quick, but at least the cold wouldn't be with him for long
Somewhere far hotter was waiting impatiently for Mr Whitman after all
When it was done, the water continued to rise
Up and up, until it poured out of the basement and into the records room above
A scribbled note left at his home claimed he had skipped out on his family to escape a sizable tax bill
The destroyed records would be unable to confirm or deny this, and there was nothing to compell anyone to go looking for him to query it
Mr Whitman would be forgotten, and no one would ever find the sealed room far below the old flooded building
Most importantly, young Jonah would forget
Young Jonah, would live

End