I think it was the musky scent that caught me first, then it was the ache in my head.
My eye's slowly opened as I was slowly regaining my senses.
The room was dim and empty, it was old. Honestly looked like a Nazi opperation room.
It didn't take long for the chills through my body to notice that i was infact naked and pressed up against a metal table, inclined enough for my to see the whole room.

My teeth clenched and my breathing quickened in fear as I tried my hardest to escape my restraints.
I couldn't move..
I grunted and squeaked, shaking my hands up and down. In some kind of belief that I could yank my hand out from it's cuffs.
It was no use.

"Oh, your up. Finally." That chilling voice said.

Oh no.
God no.
Please no.

He approached from the darkess behind me. Pulling out a syringe from his pocket.
I cringed as it neared my neck; then stabbing inside, into my vein.

"What is that?" I cry, voice quivering.

"It's your medicine darling," he smiles, his disgusting yellow teeth exposing.

"Wh-what medicine?" My throat now swollen, trying desperately not to cry.

"Shhh my dear." He run his glove covered finger over my lips. Tears run loose down my checks and i can't help but whimper.
I can't bare to open my eyes.

"Now lets get started," he says.

My eyes shoot open and look directly at him in disbelief.

He dropped the table, so it layed horizontally without even such a warning. My body smacked down hard, my lungs winded.
I let out a yelp and a whizz.

He placed a breathing mask over my face, all i could see from down here was the light hanging about me, and occasionally his head hovering over mine.

I hear tools shuffling about..
I know he's doing something to my body, but i can't feel anything.. why cant i feel anything.

Oh would someone save me please!