"Useless commie." The America hissed and went back to his corner. He shivered from the cold that weathered his exposed flesh. The abuse from his captives was vividly etched over his entire body.
"Do you mind making conversation with me, before you die?" Asked the Russian, smiling. "It has been a long time since I have had company."
"I will not die here." The youth grumbled. "This will not be my casket."
The ashy blond chuckled deep.
"What is your name?"
"Who wants to know?"
"Ivan, my name is Ivan."
"Even, huh?" Snorted the younger man. "Mine is Alfred."
"Ivan." Corrected the Russian. "Nice in meeting you, Alfred."
"Don't say my name, its creepy." Alfred cringed. "So, your from Russia? You got family or. . .something?"
"A daughter, her name is Anastasia."
"I got my folks and a girl back home. Was raised as an all American and joined the airforce as soon as I could. I am the number one fighter pilot of all time. Been shot out of the sky 37 times and still kickin'."
"I carved wood."
"Sounds fascinating." The American sighed and ran a hand over his bruised shoulder. "I am starving."
"If I die first, you can eat me." Ivan said, half joking. "However, I doubt you will outlive me."
"Thanks for the offer, but, I am getting out of here." Alfred groaned and crawled towards the door. It was tan colored and rusted around the edges.
"Careful, you will end up chained like me."
"Shut up." The American whispered. He examined the hinges of the door closely. His fingers laced over the metal. It had been welded slobbishly. The concrete was beginning to crumble around the frame. A piece came off in Alfred's hands.
Suddenly, the door was forced open, smashing the American into the wall. He yelped, painfully. His hand was stuck in the hinge, blood ran down his arm as he struggled to free himself. Two guards dressed in black uniforms stepped inside. Both had dark helmets that covered their faces. One snatched Alfred's chain and yanked him out from behind the door.
"Bastards!" Alfred sneered, holding his wounded hand to his body.
The guard moved quickly, shoving the captives head into the wall. It hit hard, cracking the concrete at impact. Alfred glared up at the masked man, spitting blood from his lips. The other guard shut the door. An aluminum bat was slung over one shoulder. It was dented and already bloodied from use.
"Just close your eyes and bare it, it will only seem like it lasts forever." Said the Russian softly. He was smiling at the ceiling. "Soon, you will not notice the pain."