Chapter 2
There was a pounding in her head and she felt some bruises on her ribcage. The pain was horrible. She thought she heard some drowsy music playing in her mind for a second. But it went away once she opened her eyes.
It was dark. The only light she could see was artificial and light blue. The entire room seemed to be made of cement. Anne was so surprised and scared that she didn't even notice her hands tied to her chair until she tried getting up. She immediately fell back into the seat and a huge, metal-on-metal scrapping noise echoed and bounced off the walls.
"Shit", she muttered. If her captures didn't already know she was awake, they sure did now. She sat and listened for a few seconds until she heard footsteps outside the door across the room. Since there were no windows, that was her only exit. She had no chance of escape.
The door opened with a horrible screech and a man in a white lab coat walked in. He smirked as he closed the door, noticing Anne wincing at the noise. He stood in front of her and held up a clipboard. He pulled a pen out of his coat pocket and flipped a few pages until he looked down at her.
"Your name is Annabelle Grace Fisher, correct?"
His voice was surprisingly high but still intimidating. She stared at him blankly until his cough made her respond with an answer she had grown used to.
"You can call me Anne."
She gave an angry sigh. Why would she tell him that? Now he's already gotten on a personal level with her after just the first question.
The man chuckled at her visible internal conflict and wrote something down on his clipboard.
"Your blood type is O, correct?"
"Why should I tell you?"
Said Anne in her best menacing voice. She was determined to not make anymore foolish mistakes with this guy.
"It doesn't matter what you say. We can find out for sure on our own."
The lab coat man said nonchalantly as he put his pen back in his pocket.
"I don't know why they wanted me to ask you these questions anyway. Probably so I can get a hint at what your personality is like before we get started. But I think I have everything I need to know for now."
He stuffed the clipboard somewhere in his lab coat and pulled out a two-way radio.
"Bring in the cart."
He said firmly into the receiver without breaking eye contact with Anne. Her stomach started twisting out of fear but she didn't look away from the man's piercing grey eyes.
The door slammed open as two other men in lab coats wheeled in a metal cart. On it, Anne say a range of different sized syringes organized neatly from smallest to biggest. There was a also a row of small bottles contained multiple solutions. Lastly, Anne saw utensils that seemed like they were used to force her into compliance.
She gulped at the sight.
"What the hell are they going to do to me?"
"Before we get started," said the lab coat man, "my name is Dr. Beaumont. And let me warn you," he leaned down until his face was directly in front of Anne's,
"After I'm done with you, the only thing you will be able to remember is me."
He walked over to the cart and pulled on some gloves. He nodded to the other two men and they walked over to her chair. One roughly grabbed her head and pulled it back. The other gagged her with a dry rag. Dr. Beaumont chose a syringe and inserted the liquid from one of the bottles. He tested the needle, smirked, and sauntered over to Anne who was looking wide-eyed at him.
The doctor chuckled.
"This is what sweet dreams are made of."
Before she could blink, he plunged the needle into her neck.
Then everything went black again.