You try to resist the straps of the device, but they’re too strong and you only end up hurting yourself as your bare skin rubs against the abrasive straps and clamps of the bed, and you’re suddenly aware of how cold your bare skin feels exposed to the air of the room. You hear something metallic rattling on the underside of the device as you push and try to contort yourself in hopes of maybe freeing a hand or a foot or something to stop her or knock it out of her hand as she approaches you.
“Hm” she pauses and raises an eyebrow, “alright, I see.”
She moves back to the white metal console and quickly taps a sequence of buttons, then moves a slider.
The straps tighten around your arms and legs, stopping any resistance and even cutting off circulation a bit in your arms. You feel the friction even tighter around your arms and legs. Maybe it’ll work to your advantage?
She then looks up from the console and smiles at you, then walks back towards you and stops, holding the syringe up so that you can see the contents inside of it, tapping it with one of her nails, producing a small ‘clink clink’.
“This’ll only hurt a little bit”
She lowers it and you’re suddenly aware of a sharp pricking sensation, then she uses her free hand to raise your head a bit to look into your eyes.
You feel a cold rush through your blood as a change begins to sweep over your. It feels both refreshing and oddly arousing as you feel the formula coursing through your blood.
You keep trying to resist, your muscles tensing and aching in anticipation as you wait for the changes to begin.