A door slides open and a woman walks in carrying a clipboard. She's a thinly built brunette, probably in her mid thirties.
"What's...what's going on?" you mumble, still trying to clear the cobwebs from your mind.
"You were captured," she says, smirking coldly at you. "You killed one of my workers, not that she'll truly be missed; her life was worth what we've gained."
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, trying to buy yourself some time. If you can delay her long enough, perhaps the effects of the drugs will wear off and you can change and get out of here.
"Oh, come now...no need to be modest," she says, glancing at a monitor next to your bed, "We have it all on tape, you sneaking around, you transforming, you killing an employee, it's all there. You're really the breakthrough we were hoping for."
"Come again?" you ask.
"As you discovered, we'd found a way to transform humans into animals. Admittedly, it was a bit of an extreme, but there are SO many people, and so few animals comparatively. Man is making species extinct by the day!"
"Yeah, lady...there's a real shortage of dogs in the world," you say sarcastically.
"We were using dogs as a base; they're a species we know so very much about," she says, matter of factly, "it's a relatively simple measure to use the knowledge gained from the dog serum to make someone a tiger, or a bear, but it will still take time."
"And soon you'll turn the world into animals? That's not really that brilliant, though I guess you get some points in the mad scientist category," you tell her. The drugs are beginning to wear off now, and you can feel the animal side of yourself becoming more accessible to you. It's still buried, rather dormant, but you know you'll be able to change in a few minutes.
"No, that's hardly the point," she says, a chiding tone in her voice, "The ultimate goal is to make the process voluntarily transitory, so that humans may have the best of both worlds."
"You're wanting to make werecreatures?" you ask, realizing what she's getting at.
"Precisely, and you're quite the key to all of that," she smiles, walking in between the two beds, disconnecting the transfusion apparatus. "Well, you and Marianna here."
"I'm flattered and all, but I'm not sure I'm really with you 100% on this," you tell her.
"I assure you, your cooperation will be rewarded, young man," the doctor says.
"What sort of a reward are you promising?" you ask.
"Money...women...power," she says, "it can all be yours. Of course, bear in mind that we DO have you in our possession. We hold all the cards. The next part of this procedure can go as smoothly or as hard as you'd really like."