He heard the groan of pain, and then realized it had emanated from his own mouth. As he slowly regained consciousness, Rudy wished he hadn't. He was lying on the wet floor of the room he had been in earlier, only now it was dark. It took his tortured mind a minute to understand that it must be night, because there was no more light coming in through the window. His brain felt scrambled at best, and any slight movement was nothing short of misery. He forced his head to roll to the left and then to the right, but it was so dark in the room, he couldn't see anything. His neck strained against the movement, and Rudy decided that was enough motion for now. He tried to take in a deep breath of air, but was rewarded with a sharp pain from his broken ribs.
An overhead light snapped on, blaring into his eyes. Rudy shut them against the assault, as he heard the door to the room opening and closing, followed by footsteps coming toward him. He compelled his strained eyelids to open, and stared up into the disdainful face of his captor smiling down at him.
"Good evening, Dr. Wells. Did you enjoy your rest?"
Rudy wasn't sure if he could answer or not, but chose not to try.
The man waved his hand into Rudy's view, and he could see the syringe filled with liquid. His stomach twisted at the sight.
"I'm sorry it's come to this, but we're going to have to resort to a little lysergic acid diethylamide to get you talking."
Rudy looked at the amount in the syringe, and his eyes grew wide in fear. "I'll overdose with that amount....."
The man smiled at him, as he plunged the needle into his arm, eliciting a grunt from Wells. "Not quite, doctor, but I promise you, you'll wish you had."
He slammed his eyes shut as 350 micrograms of LSD were pushed into his vein. He silently prayed that his heart rate and blood pressure would rise until his body couldn't take it anymore; a massive coronary would be a blessing when compared to the alternative....