I heard a low, soft moan as my head hit something hard. "Ah," I gasped as I rubbed the back of my skull. The hell? What... what happened? I heard another moan and assumed it was escaping my lips. I shakily sat up in the dark. I was somewhere, in something, because the floor was metallic, and my claustrophobia was increasing. My arms and hands reached and groped around, feeling cylindrical objects stacked side-by-side. My vision was taking forever to return, the room slowly filtering to my standards. I felt around more, the cylindrical poles were all around me, and I felt my head brush against a roof. I rubbed my eyes to clear the fogginess and opened to see bars all around me, and a low ceiling above. My eyes widened at the cage encasing me. My hair just grazed the top of it as I got on my hands and knees to crawl forward. I gripped the bars tight and tugged on them. No use, they were solid. I cautiously pressed my face against the bars, letting my cheeks feel the cold metal as my eyes scanned around. It seemed like I was in a backroom of some sort. The walls were dark, and boxes were stacked on top of each other, some empty and some... I froze. Those weren't boxes.
They were cages. Cages just like mine.
Fear washed over me as my body started trembling. Were those cages meant for other people? Cages. That must mean I wasn't the only one here. No. No, no no no no... this can't be right. People aren't supposed to be in cages. Not even me. I must be in some building that will drug me and use me for something... something bad. But why the cage? It's like I'm being treated as an animal...
A door slammed and I jumped to the sound, hitting my head on the cage, again. I silently cursed as somebody wearing a long white coat and nice shoes came to the front of my cage. I didn't dare to look through it, because anybody wearing white meant something horrible. Why? Because who would you think would be wearing a long white coat and be in this situation?
I rubbed my head where I banged it and stiffened when a man's face looked in at me. He had large spectacles on his face and seemed fascinated at me. I shuffled towards the back of the cage because that look on his face didn't spell kindness. I stared at the floor and noticed him unlock the door. I stared at his feet on the outside of the cage and shivered a bit. Now why would he do that? I could just attack his legs and kick him where it hurts easily. He must be planning something. I cautiously crawled forward to see what he would do. I might as well go with it so I can find a way out of this place.
I stood up and stretched my back against the cage. The pull felt good from crouching in that cage for so long. How long was I in there? I turned my attention to the man who stood just an inch shorter than me. He got closer to me and I put a hand up ready to slap him and/or punch him in the face. He stopped himself before I attacked him. Then a large, toothy and evil smile spread on his face, making my fear level peak. "Gosh... this is perfect," he said with a thick English accent. Now what did he mean by that? His words stunned me and I didn't realize until a couple seconds after that he grabbed my wrist, something sharp and shiny in his other hand. Everything happened very quickly.
I thrust my foot up to kick him in the balls but hit his gut instead. Close enough. He released his grip on me and I kicked him in the side over and over in anger. I was about to turn around to run to wherever he came from just as large hands grabbed me. I screamed and flailed in their grip just as something sticky was placed over my mouth. Duct tape, I thought as I was pinned against somebody's chest. The person must've been huge because my ear was right next to his/her unsteady heart. The man in the lab coat shakily stood up and hesitantly walked over to me. There was shards of glass on the floor from whatever he dropped.
"The instinct to escape will be a problem, but other than that she's perfect." He pulled out a small tube from his coat pocket and took of its cap. My eyes widened and squirmed around even more. No, anything but that. I knew what it was: a sedative. My arm was then swabbed with something and I forcefully jerked it to hit his hand. The grip from the man behind me tightened and I felt something contact with my lower back. I screamed but it was muffled. Did he just kick me? The pain in my back distracted me from the needle going into my arm. I squeezed my eyes shut as the man slowly pulled it out, "Take her to lab seven."
Lab? What lab? After he pulled out the needle I tried thrashing around again in a last attempt to get free, but my motions were slowing down. My body started growing numb and I whimpered, not wanting to fall into their hands. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I lost all feeling in my legs. My body was then lifted off the ground and slung over the man's shoulder. I whimpered one last time before darkness swallowed me.