After a painfully long ride, the ambulance finally comes to a halt. You sit, tense and alert, listening for the heavy footsteps of your enormous captor. Your mind races with a myriad of thoughts as you wonder where this journey has taken you. You almost jump out of your skin when the ambulance doors are noisily slammed open and the massive man effortlessly lifts your tied and bound form.
He sets you down roughly in a thin canvas surface that you recognize as a simple folding wheelchair, and pulls the bag off of your head, allowing you to take a few desperate gasps of chilly autumn air. With the bag removed, you finally catch a glimpse of your surroundings. You're outside an old decrepit hotel in the middle of nowhere, surrounded on all sides by massive trees and tangled weeds that stand almost as tall as yourself.
The giant man begins to wheel you towards the entrance of the crumbling monument. The windows are boarded up, and parts of the roof have completely collapsed. The surrounding "gardens" are overgrown with weeds and brambles, but you can still see patches of the hotel's original grandeur under the thick layers of neglect. It was probably very impressive, once.
As you're pushed through the entrance into the decaying lobby, the huge man pauses to lock the door with a series of heavy locks and padlocked chains, then continues to take you further into the hotel. A part of you wants to cry out, or to ask him what he plans to do to you, but you feel a lump in your throat and can't manage to get a sound out.
As the captor wheels you through the dark hotel corridors, you notice that many of the doors are locked almost as heavily as the front door. Yet, as you pass them by, you can hear strange sounds from within, creating an uneasy feeling in your chest. Muffled moaning, something thumping against the door, a playful giggle.
Your captor violently shoves your wheelchair through a pair of double doors which open up into a brightly lit operating theater that stands in stark contrast to the rest of the hotel, where you find yourself surrounded by all types of medical equipment, some of it clean. You're pushed into the center of the room, where you notice a woman in a white coat working on something, her back facing you. She appears to be completely absorbed in her task, humming a soft tune to herself. You watch as she goes about her business, the sound of her voice adding a bizarre sense of serenity to the otherwise unsettling atmosphere around you.
From behind you, your massive captor clears his throat and lets out a deep, gravelly "Auugh!" The woman in the white coat stops humming and turns to face you. But instead of the professional attire you were expecting, you are greeted with a fairly shocking sight. Under her crisp white coat, she is wearing a risqué outfit worthy of a burlesque show, with a corset camisole and a pair of dangerously short shorts. Her wild hair is tied up in a pair of buns, the color split down the middle so that one side is platinum blonde and the other a deep red. A pair of ridiculously thick goggles cover her eyes.
The strange woman's painted lips part into a smile, "Ah, there you are, Stone! And I see you actually managed to catch one!" Your captor responds with a simple "Ahh." and strolls over to her, allowing you to get a proper glimpse at him for the first time. The man is truly enormous, standing at a height easily over 7 feet, with arms almost as thick as the woman's waist. He's dressed in a massive black raincoat and hat, and you notice that his skin is a sickly grayish green. His blank face is reminiscent of a moai head, with one eyelid held shut by metal staples. You're so distracted by his disturbing features that it takes you a while to realize that the woman is now closely examining you with her hands on her hips, bent at an angle that gives you a dangerous view of her chest.
"Blast it, can't see a thing with these goggles on," she hisses, before raising the offending eyewear to reveal a pair of beautiful eyes, one blue and one brown, "There, that's better. Hmm? Wait a minute Stone, is this really the kind of specimen I asked for?"
The massive golem-like man shuffles his feet awkwardly for a moment and let's out a sorry-sounding "Aah."
The woman turns to him briefly "Oh, don't worry about it, I know you did your best. And I'm sure I can make do with this one."
She quickly whips back around to focus her attention on you, eyeing you up and down. "Yes, I can work with this." She smiles. "Okay, fresh meat. My name is Dr. Frances Stein, but you can call me Frankie. Actually, when I'm done with you, you'll be addressing me by a different title, but I thought I ought to introduce myself politely, you know?"
She turns back to Stone, "Hold the specimen still for me, would you? We're beginning the operation right away."
The next few seconds are a blur as the massive man seizes you by the arms and holds you in place as the woman prepares a syringe. She struts confidently to your side and whispers "Welcome to our little family." into your ear. You don't even register the sensation of the syringe plunging into your arm. Your vision begins to blur and your thoughts grow increasingly hazy. As you slowly fade out of consciousness, your final thoughts are consumed by one question: what could possibly become of you, and how much of yourself will remain in the end.