The two guards charged into the room, Jack looked up at them with a defiant smirk on his face. He could barely move, but he had been right. He could feel it in the air as they approached him, for whatever reason they had left him alone for, it was over now. The ceasefire was over and they were back for more. Jack almost laughed as they cautiously approached him, a third man aimed his large riffle at Jack's midsection as the first two grabbed an arm each and began to drag him out of the cell.
His foot hurt as it was pulled limply along the floor but he ignored it, knowing the pain was about the become stronger, as it had before. They had been toying with him earlier, cleaning him up, helping him drink; for a moment he'd actually believed they might not want him dead. That was exactly what they wanted him to think and he had known it all along - he just hadn't been able to make himself accept it when the rest felt so good.
The hallway was almost as dark as the cell but there were small bulbs giving off a dim blue light every few feet. He tried to concentrate on each individual bulb as he passed it rather than the fear which was steadily growing in the pit of his stomach with each echoing step the soldiers took.
They pulled him into a cell near the room where he had been allowed to shower. It was slightly larger than the cells he had inhabited, and a brown wooden chair sat against the wall. Jack wondered if it was for him as his mind began to filter back to the last time he'd been seated in a chair. The thoughts fluttered away when the soldiers dropped him on the floor as a bright light in the room came on suddenly, startling him.
He had to initially shield his eyes as the light filtered into the room, having become accustomed to the darkness during the past weeks. Once he could finally see clearly again he looked up and saw a single bulb hanging from the ceiling; it wasn't that bright after all. He ignored all of the insignificant thoughts running through his mind, trying to distract him from the fear as a man walked in. More specifically, the officer - Jack could still hear his manic laughter as the guards had beaten him into the ground before. He looked away out of fear as he wondered what they were going to do to him this time - Chow was here for a reason.
He watched timidly as the small overweight man sat down comfortably in the chair, hitching his trousers up before he did so. Jack couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the man despite his fear of him. His white socks were showing as he folded his hands onto his lap and stated at Jack expectantly.
Jack looked around the room slowly as he tried to get himself into a sitting position, the other guards weren't paying him the same attention as Chow. It made him nervous, and the need to sit stronger, as though it would help him control the situation. One of the soldiers who had moved him saw Jacks weak attempt to move and sent a fierce kick into the mans stomach, watching satisfied as the prisoner keeled forward and began to gasp for breath through the harsh coughs which he couldn't control. Two more soldiers arrived and the door was closed behind them - they were ready to begin.