the milking room

"Really of all the rooms," I say under my breath. i just entered a new room that i had found and it was none other than the milking room. my eyes look at all the milking tables in the room. luckily it seems that all the milking was done for the day since there was no one on any of the tables.

my eyes drift to one of the tables. it was the table they normally strapped me to. I gripped the scalpel i had stolen tightly in my hand. walking over to the table I cut several of the tubes and wires around the table. after about ten minutes of attacking the table, I shake my head to get the anger out. not seeing anything that could help me I turned to leave the room.