I’ve discharged you from our system. Everyone thinks your surgery is over and that you’ve gone home. Don’t even try to fight it, no one knows you are here. All four limbs have been restrained. You’re all mine now.
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."
