You start to struggle

You start to wiggle your arms in the straitjacket, moving them just about any direction you could, but the situation is completely hopeless. Those who made this place knew exactly how to keep their slaves at bay. You just happened to be the next person on the list.

For some time you just sit there. Then you find yourself wanting to sleep: due the combination of the darkness, the trauma and your fucked up sleep habits. You also notice that your sex drive is getting tuned up bit by bit, as your brain is literally getting altered by the nanites as you kneel here.

Alas, you finally fall asleep, unsure how would you perceive the world the next time when you are awake.