Suddenly you wake up, but a feeling of drowsiness and disorientation makes you feel nauseates. You can feel that you’re lying on a carpet as you can feel it against your cheek. You lift your head and sniff the air, trying to catch up some smells. But you stop for a moment, trying to think of how you got here. “Get up my sleeping beauty. Sit!” You open your eyes but everything seems to be in a white mist, which combined with the bright white light in the room makes it impossible to make out anything. As confusion rules your mind, you focus on the only thing that you’re sure of right now, the voice that ordered sit. Your attempt of getting up is an uncomfortable and slow process. Your head is spinning and your legs are all wobbly. Your strangely large dress isn’t making it any easier either. You seat yourself on the carpet with your hands between your legs. You look around and find out to your relief that your blurry eyesight is getting better. But you still probably have to rely on your hearing and sense of smell for a while. You can sense the presence of two male in the room, you can make out their shapes and that they are sitting around a desk of some sort. But you can’t make out their smell as they’re both covered by strong smelling male perfume.
“How are you feeling?” A voice suddenly asks. You try to think what to answer, but only one answer comes to your mind. “How do you think I feel? You drugged my and are performing strange experiments on me, assholes” There’s a short moment of silence, you think that the men are looking at each other. “That was strange do they usually do that this early?…” Says the voice that woke you up before. “It must be the drugs in her system, it makes her more primal and instinct driven. Maybe her vocal chords have changed?” As the males talk you begin to sniff your dress, as you can pick up a faint smell of dog and it. A Male dog to be exact, you can also sense the smell of several humans and your own smell of course. “There’s a chair you can use if you want to sit on something more comfortable” The first voice asks to you. But a strange mumbling voice from the other room takes your attention. Your ears perk in attention of this voice, trying to make out what is said. Your eyesight is getting better and becomes less blurry. As the voice in the other room becomes less interesting, you look at the two men again. You can now see that one of them is obviously a businessman of some sort, as he wears a suit that looks expensive. The other one, a skinny fellow looks more like one of the labassistans you’ve meet earlier. His dark blond hair and pale skin makes him look a bit like a vampire. Both of them look at you with interest. Your mind begins to clear up and you don’t feel as tired as you did before. Their staring starts to annoy you. “What the fuck are you two looking at?” The two men gives each other a quick look, then they turn their eyes back at you. “So, you can speak now?” The question confuses you, but a sting on the side of your throat grabs your attention. “Ouch!” You look up and see a man wearing a lab coat holding a automatic injector leaning over you.
At first you don’t feel anything, but as the seconds pass. Your eyelids are getting heavier and your arms and legs begin to become too weak to support you. Your breathing becomes heavier and other sounds begin to become muffled. You watch as the man lifts up your dress and puts his hands between your legs. Something is pressed against your womanhood, even if you want to protest you’re too weak to do it. The man takes out your hand from between your legs and looks at a piece of cotton with some blood on it. That’s when the world becomes black for you and you fall down on the floor. Why am I bleeding down there? You think to yourself while trying to remember if it’s time to have your period. These thoughts fill your mind as you drift off to your drug induced sleep.