Imagery

I'd imagine the sun is bright on a nice summer day like today, but I'd have no way of knowing what with my solitary stay in the horridly hot, uncomfortable room where our sick government does their interrogations. It's been so long I've seen nothing but bulky men in black suits with no insignia I've honestly forgotten what country I belong to. It's blacker than any night I've ever seen even during the day, the men in black suits come and go at their own leisure casually beating the crap out of me, and occasionally I'm covered in carrion and ravenous scavengers are brought in to feed on dead and living flesh alike. at one time I was nobody to these people, but now I'm eaten, beaten, and interrogated on a regular basis due to the fact that I'd accidentally prevented an assassination attempt on a political foe. I still remember that day as though it were occurring right now.

I was a lowly janitor in a foreign embassy located in our country when I inadvertently took a burning cigar from an ashtray assuming its smoker had finished it because he'd left it alone in the room. Little had I known that the cigar was rigged with C4: a high power plastic explosive, and it effectively blew my entire trash can apart breaking my arms with the pressure, severely burning and slicing my legs with shrapnel, and leaving me a full red, fleshy, in all honesty hideous facial scar reminiscent of the batman villain two-face minus his white hair...It balded that half of my head.

Now I'm sitting entirely alone in a room that for all I know could very well have the dimensions of the Taj Mahal, but again I've no way of knowing. All I truly know anymore is the agonizing rope burns on my wrists, the stiff wood of my chair, the silence hiding my pleas for forgiveness, and the darkness which swallows me whole.

"No, you first." I hear suddenly on my right side. The voice is clearly that of a man; rough, guttural, and threatening.

"C'mon, you gotta do it first." Comes the more feminine reply. A kinder, sweeter, more melodic voice.

"Me?! I've never even seen him." The gravelly voice responds.

"Well you won't always see your victims in this business. Sometimes you go in blind smash everything in and out of your path then leave again." The melodic one rebuts.

//I suppose that makes me an American prisoner. Humph. Some fair, and free government we have.// I think to myself instantly remembering my heritage, family, life, and how I actually look. 5'10" with hair that melds perfectly with the gloom around me, and eyes to match.

"Just do it!" the more threatening man shouts causing the other voice to waver.

"Look I'm training you, n...now get in there, and...." The sweeter voice trails off as I hear the sickening crunch of bone colliding with bone.

"Now, get in there or so help me God I'm gonna..." The rougher voice trails off as suddenly as the other. This time I don't hear the crunch, only the thud of a rather large person hitting a concrete floor with no resistance, only dead weight.

//Well that was a new one.// I think reminiscing on other times I've heard people arguing over who gets to do what to me. Everything from blackening my eyes, to chopping off fingers...I'm down to three. For the umpteenth time I try resisting the various restraints in effect to keep me here, and for the umpteenth time I'm left restrained. All I've ever managed to accomplish is wearing myself out. Then suddenly for the first time in what feels like years sleep's cool embrace slips me into oblivion.

When I awake I'm greeted by the same non-descript darkness I've known for who knows how long now only this time it's different it seems like it's breathing, almost alive. Only then does the realization hit me that I'm staring into the abyss of a black suit.

"Welcome back sleeping beauty." somebody says above me sending a wave of nausea through my fear-ravaged body. Suddenly I'm filled with a warm sensation as an amazing fragrance flows into my nose almost like God himself has delivered me a Big Mac. Instantly my stomach hollers its hunger as loud as it can manage reminding me I haven't been fed since my arrival here.

"Aww. Is somebody hungry? Well too bad. You can eat when you spill your guts about why you took that cigar." He says waving some morsel of food in front of my nose causing my mouth to simply pour saliva down the front of me. I take the opportunity, and spit into the man's suit causing him to leap back cursing.

"This is my only suit you little..." He trails off as something attracts his attention across the room.

"I told you it was an accident I didn't know what it held. I'm a fricking janitor for the love of Christ not James Bond. Now just let me go you son of a..." My voice trails as suddenly as his when I hear the pounding. It sounds like somebody's 'roid-raging in the room next door, but we both know better. Then out of nowhere a huge piece of wall simply vanishes, no explosion, no ripping, no breaking. As it vanished for the first time I'm actually bathed in light, artificial or natural doesn't mean a thing to me anymore. It takes my eyes several seconds to adjust to the blinding brilliance. Finally when I can see again I realize the room I'm in is tiny, if my feet weren't restrained I could no doubt touch the opposite wall with my toe. Then my entire life changed.

//End of prologue//