I woke with my arms shackled over my head to a large steel conductor. The weight of my body wrenched them down, and ached with every movement. Whatever Dr. Vortex had planned was going to be worse than the BDSM nightmare I found myself.
Through the uneven panels of corrugated iron I could make the slivers of his coat as he moved between workstations. He moved in slow motion as though trudging through a swamp; or maybe it was the haze looming from above.
Get it together, I chided. Escape required every ounce of wit.
Dr. Vortex rounded the wall and strolled toward my prison. With little care he raised my chin and shone a penlight into each of my eyes. Resisting him earned a firmer grip in which he yanked my gaze to meet his. Once the examination was over he left my face to drop.
“This next portion requires you to be conscious,” he said. “It will be very painful, but if it brings you any comfort try to remember that it’s for a good cause.”
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