I wake up staring at the ceiling. I try to get up. My arms and legs are tied with a thick, prickly rope. I'm surprised that my mouth isn't taped shut. I scream.
"Help! Luke! Someone! Please, get me out of here!"
Just then, Luke walks in. I seems like he's in a daze. He has new clothes on; blue jeans with a gray shirt. He doesn't even make eye contact with me.
"Luke, what's going on? Please, just untie me. Luke?" He ignores me. Something's not right. That's not Luke. It can't be.
He opens the drawer on the far end of the room and digs through it, not letting me see what he's grabbing. Finally, he turns around. My jaw drops when I see what he's holding; a medical knife, a needle and thread, and a doctors mask. He puts the mask on and walks over to me. Not making eye contact, Luke untied my arms but holds my wrists together so I can't do anything. Holding my arms, he pulls off my sweat shirt leaving me in my bra. I squirm but he does not react.
He puts my arms back and ties them not on my wrists again but around the middle of my arms, then quickly walks over to the drawer and takes out a cloth and a tube used for when you draw blood to hold it. Luke grabs my left arm tightly so I can't move a grabs the knife. He starts to cut into the big vein in the middle of my arm. I scream.
"No! Stop! Please! Luke! Ah! Stop!"
He either is under some kind of trance or it's not really him. He finally stops cutting and squeezes the blood into the tube and puts the cloth over my arm. Then, he just leaves the room. I am in serious pain, and I can't do anything about it. I lay there and cry.
Out of nowhere, a lady walks into the room. She's young, no older then thirty, blonde, thin, and very pretty. She seems to be in the same trance as Luke, not making eye contact or even acknowledging that I'm there. Picking up the needle and thread, she removes the towel and starts to stitch my cut. I wince in pain but don't scream. After that she takes a syringe with a needle and a strange green liquid and sticks it in my neck. I fell asleep before she even left the room. The dream I had is what really hurt me.
