Red Star

The Interrogation

Bright fluorescent light penetrated the eyes, creating a glaring white canvas in front of them. Even when closed they created a whiteness of the mind. It enveloped the entirety of the room, every wall a bright white, the lights glaring down making it impossible to see a single shadow or tell where the room began or ends. As if the room did not exist at all, purely a plane of nothing lacking colour itself within a mind.

The only colour that could be seen was the pale naked body of the thing lying there, the lights glaring off its skin, penetrating its eyes with that familiar burning white light. Its body was that of a skeleton, worn down over days, weeks, maybe months, it was hard to tell within the white. It was as if time did not pass, nor could the mind pass the time with fantastical thoughts. It was as if the light blinded the mind itself, the thing could not recollect any memory or intelligent thought, all there was the blank canvas. It could not even conjure up any memory of itself, all it had as identity was the pale skin clinging helplessly to its bones. The whiteness wore the body away, it hardly resembled a man, being far closer to a demon from the deep inferno itself.

Suddenly a loud creak penetrated its ears, it had never heard sound before aside from the noises it made itself. It turned its head slowly in awe as it witnessed the wall opening up on itself, an escape from the whiteness. It slowly crawled towards it, its skin tearing and bones crunching as it went, through the hole it saw a dingey dark hallway with a figure standing in the way, tall and large in a distinct hazel brown uniform with a brown helmet strapped to its head with large black boots at the creatures' eye level. With a swift movement the figure seized the arm of the thing pulling it out of the whiteness along the floor of the hallway. It began screaming as it was pulled from the familiar torture it had grown so accustomed to over time, it was suddenly thrust into a strange and uncomfortable environment.

It was forcefully pulled into a dark room and placed into a cold metal chair and yet this room was warmer than the whiteness it had been pulled from, the heat uncomfortably resting on the creature. Looking upwards across a table where two men dressed alike the man who dragged it there were sitting. Their faces contorted in disgust at what they saw before them, it was such a sickly view that one could puke at the sight of it. The man on the right wore a brown cap with a crescent symbol, he had a stern face with a bushy brown moustache above his lip. He conducted himself briefly before speaking in a controlling tone, "Mr Zhivotnoye, are you ready to talk now?".

The thing shook violently at the moment it heard the name. It was as if he suddenly recollected all of his past memories, the room was merely a temporary prison withholding all intelligent thought. The man in front of him was the puppeteer, controlling his memories and mind at the word. He looked down and saw the state he was in. His body was rough and worn, he could see his own ribcage poking out, his arms were as thin as a match, his testicles drooped as if stretched thin, there was almost no muscle left on his body, he could be snapped in half in a moment for all he knew. A sense of repulsed disgust manifested at the sight of his own pale, malnourished body.

"Mr Zhivotnoye", the man on the right repeated again. Zhivotnoye looked straight up at the sound of his name. He opened his dry mouth and let out a faint reply, "y-yes".

The man smiled and looked at him then said, "I am Seargent Satana, you remember me, correct?"

Zhivotnoye shuddered upon hearing the mans name, as cruel memories flashed through his mind. He composed himself as best he could and replied in his faint tone, "Yes sir, I remember you well".

A large grin grew across the Satanas' face before returning to his regular composed expression before he spoke again, "Then you'll remember the torture you endured to get to this place, now I have a very simple question for you Mr Zhivotnoye. Would you like to go in that room again?"