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Waking up in a dim lighten room with little to no light, I started to panic. I didn't know how I got there nor did I have any memory that could have lead to me being strapped to a table in a bare room. I looked around as best as I could and found two things, a side table covered in surgical tools and a huge metal door situated on the wall behind me.

Struggling against the straps wrapped around, not just my limbs, but my neck and waist as well. The most I could do was move a little without almost being strangled by the strap around my throat.

I tried my best to stay still to see if I could hear anything. I heard some muffled noises from behind the door. Stilling my whole body I strained my ears to hear anything.

"Where is she?", a muffled ruff voice said.

"She's inside that room", a more feminine voice responded.

"Good, is she awake?", voice #1 asked.

"She should be by now.", voice #2 answered.

Shit, was the only thought going through my head right now. I need to get out of here, and fast. I tried to slip one of my hands through the strap around my wrist, accidentally bumping the table and making a loud noise, any and all conversation happening outside froze.

Seeing some sort of gas being let into the room I'm in I started to struggle even more not worrying about making any noise now. It took the smoke sometime to make its way to my table.

I held my breath and tried my best to not get any of the gases in my nose or mouth. It was getting significantly harder to not breathe it in when my eyes started to water.

I gave up on not breathing and took a big inhale of the gases and started to cough a lot. My eyelids getting significantly heavier, my limbs feeling like jelly. Slowly closing my eyes I gave in to the sweet relief of sleep.

Last thing I heard was the door creaking open.
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Written on: March 29, 2024

I apologize for this being short.