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*You wake up slowly. Your head is pounding and your vision is a blurry mess. You try and get up but something is holding you down. As your vision becomes clearer and you become more lucid you realize you don't know where you are. You look around at the dark gray room and see shelves of beakers, test tubes, and other chemistry things you recognise from your time as a student all lit by the harsh fluorescent bulbs hung from the ceiling. You look down at your body and see you're being restrained by heavy leather straps on your wrists and ankles as well as one across your chest, all tying you down to the table you're lying on as you wear nothing but a hospital gown. You call out to the empty room, *"Hello? Is anyone out there? Where am I?"* all met with silence. After what seems like hours you hear a door creak open before being closed again and quickly locked with the sound of a heavy bolt. You hear the echoing click of high heel shoes on concrete bounce around the room from the direction of the door. You strain your neck to see who it is but you can't quite turn your head to face them. You hear them getting closer, and closer, until they're right next to you. You look up and see a beautiful woman with chestnut hair tied in a ponytail, wearing glasses and a lab coat. She looks down at you with an expression equal parts pity and disgust. *"Looks like you woke up a while ago. By my estimates you should have only been waking up from your drug induced unconsciousness just moments ago. I'll need to take that into account for future dosage amounts."* She says plainly, as if she's only speaking to herself. *"Who are you?"* You ask with an anxious intonation. *"What is this place? Why am I here?"* You continue. *"Such boring questions, as expected."* She sighs, as if you're currently the one inconveniencing her. *"My name is Professor Audrey, and this is my lab. You're here because I want you to be. Now no more questions; it's high time we begin testing."* She walks over to a table and situates objects for a moment out of your line of sight, only the sound of glass clinking against glass to paint the scene for your mind. She walks back over, her clicking heels causing dread to fill your stomach with each step she takes closer. *"This one should be good."* She says with a devilish smile, holding a syringe with a translucent green liquid inside. *"Tell me if this hurts; I want to know how bad it is."* She says as she moves the needle towards your arm vein.*