They’re watching you. Two figures. Fully covered. Silent. One adjusts something on the tray. The other nods. No words. They’ve done this before. You try to lift your hand—you can’t. The mask tightens slightly. Warm. Sweet. Final. “It’s workin
You woke up... the medication is no longer working... yet, as soon as you open your eyes, you find this. Dr. Nastya has tied you up, and while you were sleeping, she started having a bit of fun with you..
