The Room of Red

A man, wakes up in a dark, red, room. He looks around. He sees nothing but a clock. It's counting down, from, his best guess, 78 hours. Below the clock, is a reception desk. He looks at the person sitting there and says, "Where am I? Who are you and why am I here?" The woman looks up, her face melting off, revealing bone, and flesh. He falls backwards and faints. He wakes up, probably hours later, and the clock is closer to to the final time. He tries to escape, but there is no door. Just walls. The person running reception was dead. He sat back down, excepting his fate. But before he, well he doesn't know, yet. Before his "demise", he sees, a dead cat.

Cut up into perfect pieces. Head first, torso second, back legs and tail last, and sitting right next to him, an arm. A human arm. And hanging from the ceiling, a dog's paw. In that span of time, he figured out that the dismembered cat, while his cat, Jake, had no blood, anywhere. The dog's paw and human arm he didn't recognize.

And when the clock finished, it hit minus one. And a door opened, revealing a tall, dark, strong figure, looming over him. The man picked him up, and threw him towards the door. The man tried to fight back, but failed. He kicked the monster, until he was plunged into Hell itself.