He was hung upright, arms suspended above him, in shackles that covered his entire forearms. He lay limply against the wall, glassy eyes staring at the iron door a few feet away.
His hands twitched a little when he heard muffled voices on the other side of the door. He tried to make out the voices on the other side.
"...Subject 27...transfer...anaesthetic...9 hours..."
Was all he could make out from the two voices on the other side.
Then, with little warning, the door was slammed open. He flinched and closed his eyes at the sudden light.
"Prepare the anaesthetic please," said one of the scientists coldly.
"Of corse Sir," replied the other scientist, moving over to a table against one of the walls.
The scientist adjusted one of his long rubber gloves and knelt down to the test subjects eye sight.
"Hello Subject 27," he spoke quietly, as if speaking to a small child, "your going to be going somewhere special today, is that ok?"
"It's not like I have a choice," He thought, but he nodded anyway.
"Good," He said calmly, reaching behind him to grab the syringe from the other doctor. He placed his hand on the test subjects head, and moved it slightly to the left.
The Subject winced as he felt the needle break his skin and the anaesthetic enter his blood stream.
Then, everything went dark...