Part I

Waking to the warm sensation of blood running down his face he looked around a darkened room trying to identify where exactly he was. This moment of confusion was interrupted by a piercing pain in the back of his neck as he was suddenly thrown to the ground. Without enough time to react to being on the floor he found himself being dragged across a course carpeting by the hair on his head; so forcefully that whoever was dragging him had to pick him up several times as hair was torn from his scalp. Still unable to make out exactly where this assault was taking place he began to muster all available adrenaline in an effort to break free from his captors. As he rounded a corner kicking both his legs and flailing his arms he was dropped, but this time he was able to get up and run. Without looking back he sprinted down a long corridor and cut into a small enclave.

Tucked behind an oversized chair and fake rubber tree he realized that during the whole ordeal he was wearing the same grey suit he had the day before. His white collared shirt was blood stained and his long black tie barely hung onto his neck. He noticed that the carpet had burned holes into his pant legs and scuffed his black dress shoes. Pouring sweat and head throbbing he drew his hands over the dried blood where roots to his jet black hair once grew. Failing to notice the pain in his right hand before, he caught a glimpse of a long gash above his middle finger that ran past his pinky. It seemed as though someone, most likely his would be captors had tried to stab him but he somehow deflected the blow with his hand. As he crouched behind the chair examining his fresh wounds and catching his breath he knew that if at all possible staying absolutely still might allow him to go undetected.

As the seconds turned to minutes he began to wonder if his attackers had left. Given the time to think about the situation he became more apparent of the pain that was pulsating through his body. His stomach began to churn has the dizziness of pain consumed him. The intensity of having been stabbed, scalped, and dragged across a carpeted floor grew with every passing second. His hands began to tremble and breathing became more frequent. Whether it was the fear of not knowing where his captors were or the pain the made his eyes sink back into his skull he began to vomit. Placing his hand over his mouth in an effort to hold the vomit from spilling out had tried to silence himself. All of a sudden he heard the sound of footsteps getting ever closer. Within seconds the door to the enclave was flung open and pushed hard against his convulsing body.


Two dark images entered into the enclave. He looked up, still holding the vomit in his hands. Sweating profusely, he wiped his forehead with the one free arm he had. This allowed him to actually catch a glance of his attackers. Through the little light that had come in from the doorway he was astonished at what he saw. The figures standing before him were faceless men dressed in dark black suits. At first he thought it was shadows playing tricks on his mind, but as they pulled him to his feet and began to drag him out of the enclave he realized these were men without eyes or mouths. Only the shape of a nose and two holes for nostrils were distinctive facial features. Where their eyes should have been there only were indentations of sockets covered by white skin. Their chins went to their nostrils and it appeared as though they lacked eyebrows. These men did not make a single sound. For a moment he forgot how sick he had been but soon enough the violent churning erupted again but this time he felt a weakness in his knees. The last thing he saw was the floor coming ever closer. He blacked out sprawled across the green carpeting of the narrow hallway.

The men tried to pull him to his feet, but he remaining unconscious slumped to the ground and fell against the salmon colored walls. Vomit dripping from his chin and blood running from his nose, the men knew they had to clean him before the night was over. Instead of helping him walk to a restroom each man took an arm and pulled his body through the hallway. The smell of vomit carried through the office floor. Finding an open restroom the men began to wash to the blood and vomit from his face. His suit was wrinkled and his white shirt stained with blood. There was no way he could be left like this. One of the men removed his own pants, shirt, and suit coat in order to dress his unconscious victim. Once fully clothed and washed he was brought back to a deserted enclave and laid to rest in a maroon chair. Still unconscious and pouring sweat he was left alone.