I Am Mustafin
I hiss through my teeth, stinging and sharp pains shooting through my scalp.
“Let’s try that again, shall we?” He chuckles into my ear as he slams me into the white wall behind me and presses the side of my face harshly against it. There is a clipboard in his other hand, and I were it not for him shoving it in my face, it would’ve gone unnoticed.
At the very top, the page attached reads, ′Subject X Report‘. A row of questions fill the page, and at the very bottom, in bold reads, ’FOR COURT USE ONLY’.