A/N: This was an overnight assignment for my junior english class. I thought it was good enough to publish here. Enjoy.
I was thrust suddenly from my seated position onto the grimy, wet floor. My body covered in crusty, dried blood and the remnants of my perspiration. Stiff from the uncomfortable position I was forced to remain in for what seemed like weeks, I cast my eyes up in an attempt to gauge my surroundings. I was met with horrid, grotesque lifeforms, all varying in attributes. Some of these beings had gaping orifices lined with dozens of rotten, yellowed teeth running up their torso and around to their spines. Others had pitch black eyes that gazed into my very soul. All around us were rusted walls dripping with a murky liquid that spilled into a floor lined with drainage channels.
I remembered then, I had been seized and mercilessly tortured by intelligent beings from a world different from that of Earth. With the nightmarish memories came the blinding pain from the process of torturing me. It seemed as if days had passed in my time spent in captivity. I was fed the slop normally given to the swine on Earth, merely to keep me alive. Whipped, drowned, beaten. Lacerations littered my body, screaming to be reopened and let bleed.
I glanced up to see the aliens conversing in a language incomprehensible to me, likely deciding what course of action to take with my dying body. I noticed what seemed to be an elevator behind me, thin with a bench along the walls. It being what I had been sitting in prior to my ejection. The worn leather straps that had previously been tied excruciatingly tight were now loosely dangling from my wrists in part due to my struggling. I hadn't the slightest idea where I was, how I became involved in this painful excursion, or what I was to do.
I was forcefully lifted off of the abhorrent floor and placed in more restraints, standing up with my arms and legs secured away from my body. I must've been quite the spectacle with polluted water and fresh blood travelling down the skin of my torso, deep black ripped jeans, and tousled hair filled with dirt, grime, and sweat. I remained limp, unmoving in the contraption as the lifeforms laid out a long sheet of paper and continually pointed to individual spots across the form.
Eventually, they ceased their conversation and approached me without uttering a word. They held up one end of the document with a single word written upon it. "Nilhm." With it came a flood of memories that caused me to cry out in pain as my head throbbed repeatedly. The Nilhm were a hostile alien faction that my own faction was at war with. As my skull settled down to a dull ache, I was able to justify my pain, albeit resentfully. I had been tasked with assassinating a leader of their organization out on an excursion, but had been captured directly afterwards. As it stood, I had no intention of escaping. At least not until my body regained some of its scarce energy. I would need time, which was not guaranteed in the slightest, or a miracle. I concluded that a miracle seemed infinitely more plausible and waited patiently for the rumbling I had felt in air to be realized…