William Thompson's P.O.V
"He's been out for two days, you did a number on him" A feminine voice spoke.
"Oh, it was just one rocket!" Another more synthetic said.
A dim light shone through my eyelids. While my entire body felt heavy as if it had gone into hibernation.
There was also a chill which lingered in the air. Accompanied by an uncomforting dampness.
'Wait what's going on? Two days!?'
"The second formula is complete." A third voice entered the mix.
"Excellent, administer it to our experiment."
'What experiment?'
There was a sharp pinch that originated from my right inner elbow. Which then increased all of a sudden when what felt like a fire erupted inside my arm.
I winced in response, and my eyes shot open. Only to be met with a blinding light.
"Oh, he's awakened!" The synthetic voice said. My vision turned towards my left arm to see a giant needle sticking out, the last bit of whatever was inside drained into my arm. Out of fear, I tried to jerk my arm away however this caused even more pain in my arm. Not only that but something held me down.
"Careful, you could have ripped your vein" I heard as the needle was removed.
When I looked up to see who held the syringe. I was met with Immense terror as a set of two bright yellow eyes stared back into mine.
I jolted and tried to jump away but again I was unable to move, having been bound to whatever I laid on.
"Goodness, you do not like us. Do you," The siren put down the syringe and backed away.
"This table isn't stable so be careful," The synthetic siren circled around me with an evil smile. Like she was a hawk sizing up her meal.
"What the hell was that you stuck in me!?" I shouted.
"An experiment" The first voice I heard spoke up as a third siren appeared at my feet. "You are our guinea pig after all"
"I don't recall giving my consent" I tried calming my nerves with a joke. Only, it didn't really work.
"Ooh, he's sarcastic too! I love it, once these experiments are over can he become my toy?" The synthetic one wrapped her arms around my head in a hug.
"If he's still alive. Then yes"
The synthetic-sounding siren squealed and hugged my head even tighter. Despite this, the terror that formed in my core grew larger with each word they said.
Surely this was a nightmare, and I was just fast asleep. That's what I prayed for at least. Unfortunately, the pain I felt proved otherwise. And I was very much awake.
What rotten luck.
"It has been ten minutes. Nothing has happened" The one who gave me the injection said.
"What's supposed to happen?" I tried asking.
"Well then we'll wait the rest of the day. In the meantime, you'll make another formula in case this is another failure" I was ignored.
"Can I not play with him for a bit?" The Siren tightened her hold on my head even further.
"Absolutely not. We can't have any interference with the experiment" The one who administered the shot said as she made her way to the metal door. "Come along now we have other things to do"
"Such a shame. Until next time darling!" The synthetic siren sighed and released my head. She followed the other two out as the door closed behind them. And a heavy lock could be heard sliding into place.
As the door locked, my head began to dart around the room. Trying to grasp my surroundings.
Dirty white tiles covered the walls and there were no windows. An operation lamp hung above and several counters and tables were poorly well-kept.
Bottles of drugs, bandages and sanitation equipment sat strewn about the countertops. While surgical tools such as scalpels, forceps and tweezers lay on an old cart to my left.
The room was nothing more than an old, unkept operations room. Though judging by the door I assume it was to treat prisoners or even torture them.
What a pretty thought.
As I looked down, I found myself restrained to the table by leather straps. From my feet up to my arms and torso.
I tried testing their strength by yanking my right arm. But I immediately panicked as the table I lay on became unstable and nearly fell over the side. However, this spawned an idea in my head. And the second time, I intentionally tried to tip myself over.
I crashed into the cart on my way down and landed on my left arm. The a shockwave of pain made me shout in agony as it shot through my sprained arm and up to my shoulder.
In front of me, the tray of tools scattered across the floor. Some went as far as the door before skidding to a halt.
Blinking a tear away, I found myself staring at a scalpel only a few centimetres from my hand.
Despite the pulsating pain, I tried stretching my pointer finger to drag it back. However, I only fell short of a millimetre.
I rested my hand for a second and tried again, being sure to strain it to the limit. This time, I was able to touch the tip and drag it partially towards me before my finger slipped off. And I let out a small curse.
Trying a third time, I was finally able to drag it back to my hand and flip it around in my palm. But now I faced a new concern.
"Can this even cut leather?" I thought to myself before cutting into the strap using a sawing motion.
Only holding it between two fingers, I didn't have much control over it. Sawing it back and forth proved difficult and I couldn't apply adequet pressure against the strap.
My struggle went on for several minutes until I needed to take a break. Only to see that a thin line had appeared.
At this rate, I would have been out in more than twenty-four hours. I needed a different solution.
And then a much easier thought arrived.
I slipped the knife edge in between the belt, pulling out its flap. Then went for the buckle, trying to raise it. But, it was under some strain and the scalpel slipped out of my hand.
Thankfully it didn't go far, and I was able to drag it back to my hand and continue.
This time I managed to raise the pin which stayed up.
Next I tried lifting the strap inside the buckle. This was somewhat easy as I was able to lift it up half of the pin.
But then, the strain I put on my fingers became too much. And the scalpel slipped out of my hand for the second time
This time it was a bit more of a struggle to grab the scalpel. But eventually I held it in my palm once again.
However, the strap had fallen back down the pin, and I was left to do it all over again.
This time while watching the blade I focused more of my strength on my fingers. And the belt slowly lifted off the pin. Finally, it came out of the belt hole and I dropped the scalpel before pulling my wrist free of the belt strap.
After letting my hand rest for another second. I then began to unbuckle my other wrist and chest before moving on to my feet. Freeing me from the table.
I jumped to my feet and raced towards the door foolishly trying to pull it open before remembering the lock.
Frantically, I looked around the room only to find a ventilation shaft in the roof that was too small.
"Son of a—" I nearly cursed when another thought arose as I laid eyes on a folded metal chair.
Perhaps, If I made enough racket, then someone would come to check it out right? The only problem was I'd have to deal with them.
Despite the unavoidable problem, I grabbed the legs of the chair and smashed a cabinet before banging it against the door.
I kept banging several more times before leaning against the wall next to it. And began to pray someone would come.
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