Your mouth is forced open. You can do nothing to stop it. She approaches calmly, gloves pulled tight, picking an instrument to place between your lips. "Don’t like it?" she murmurs. "Doesn’t matter. Endure."
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
