Internment

Arrival.

Mark looked through the crack in the wood of the truck. The camp was enormous compared to what he had imagined, but that didn't subside his fears. The thoughts of torture and abuse ran around his head like clockwork the entire trip from Berlin to Dachau. When the truck screeched to a halt there was a slight unease among everyone. Mark turned to be greeted with a bright light and a man in a grey uniform unintelligibly yelling at him as he yanked him out of the vehicle. Mark fell face first onto the hot ground and clenched his fists as he stood up. He was immediately met with foreign words and a sharp pain to the center of his back lunging him forward. He looked up, the massive wooden gate in front of him felt more like a coffin slowly creaking open, waiting for him to fall in and never return. Another hard shove; mark was forced into the colossal tomb to see thousands of others just like him. They were bruised, battered, and scared shitless. One after another met his gaze with a lifeless expression filling him with more dread than the last. "Get in line." A raspy foreign voice came from behind him followed by another shove towards the emotionless crowd. Mark jumped into formation where he could and stood there watching as the other newcomers were shoved inside. One woman was screaming about a child, but was soon after snatched up by her hair and drug into the mass of people. Another man collapsed of heat stroke and two guards carried the hefty man over to a trough, where they proceeded to dunk his head in until he came to again and forced him into the formation. The rectangular crowd's quiet roar was quickly hushed as a tall figure was seen in the overhead tower. The man slowly stepped down, walking to the large crowd, his gaze never ceasing to fixate on one general area. Mark follows his gaze as best he can and catches a glimps of the heavier man that collapsed earlier. As the dark figure draws near, his features come into play. He was a tall man, obviously the commanding officer. He was pale with crystal blue eyes and golden blonde hair, a deep scar that seems like it had come from a bullet was engraved into his cheek.  His expression was grim, devoid of all and any happiness that could've ever been there. The typical executioner of every fairytale. The prisoner began to tremble. Poor guy, He must have just realized who the guard was after. He stops inches from the prisoner, never breaking eye contact as he speaks. "You have all been brought here for a reason. Germany no longer needs your kind within its glorious presence. You are all traitors, Cretans  of this wonderful nation, So you will be treated as such. You are not here to survive, you are here to be punished." The grim man smiles at the large prisoner as he closes his eyes trembling in fear. Before his eyes fully shut, the man gripped his face tightly and leaned in close enough their faces almost touched. "You will look at me when I talk to you boy...or you will lose those precious eyes." The man raises an arm for all to see, then viciously digs into the prisoner's face. Screams of pure terror and agony echoed throughout the gravely silent campsite. Many kept their gaze forward, some behind him could do nothing but watch as the prisoner begged for him to stop. The man did, but the task was finished. In his hand he held the mans eyes which he held up so that everyone could see. The sound of feint gagging and coughs were heard alongside the wails of pain which caused the man to let out a deep chuckle from within him. Mark knew he was sadistic, he had no mercy even for day one prisoners. He hated them all. The man looked around and lifted his arm motioning to several guards. They quickly jogged over and stood in what looked to be segregating zones. Another row fell to our sides in the same formation. They were splitting us apart. "You will now be given the rules of this camp. Follow all of the rules and regulations or you will be punished." The older man turns and walks off as a younger man a little more decorated than the normal guards took his place. As the man recited the rules mark drowned him out to his own thoughts. "He's ruthless. No care...no compassion...we're not here to survive, we're...we're here to be punished." Just as soon as mark zoned off he found himself and hundreds of others being herded off like cattle to what he could only assume was their living quarters.