You wake up

You awake with a start, looking up all around you, the first thing you notice is that you are restrained. You are lying bent over some kind of medical table. It’s surprisingly comfortable, the soft leather cushions pressing against your chest feels oddly relaxing. But your arms are tied down tightly above your head by straps. Whilst your legs are spread apart slightly, with a particular cushion placed on your belly. Causing your hips to raise up and stick your toned ass out for anyone to get a good look. There are a matching pair of straps around your ankles preventing you from shifting out of the compromising position.

Taking a look around you see that you’re in a different room entirely now. Much darker to your groggy eyes. With only one bright light above your body, causing a spotlight effect. But it’s just as clean as the other rooms. If not even more so.

Then you hear it, steps behind you against the floor. They echo through the room; expensive shoes by the sound of it you think. Then there are hands on your shoulders, they feel cold even through your suit. “wh-” you try to speak, but your mind is still rebooting after whatever knocked you out earlier. Suddenly there is a sudden pricking sensation against the left side of your neck. A hiss of pain leaves your lips as the distinct feeling a needle pressing through your skin becomes apparent. You don’t have time to react before the mysterious figure is pushing down the plunger and emptying the contents of the syringe into your bloodstream.

With that they pull away, withdrawing the needle from your neck and walking back into the darkness. “He-y wh-at di-d….. you do to me?” you demand. Then you feel it. Your breathing begins slowing down. Becoming more relaxed. It’s as if a wave of calm came to smother your body in its depths. You suddenly feel cooler. It’s as if you only just noticed how chill the room is. The way the straps had been tied against your wrists and ankles so as not to inflict pain or cut off circulation. But precisely enough to stop you from moving. How your leather bodysuit perfectly fits your every curve. Immaculately tailored to fit your form.

It becomes readily apparent that your skin is becoming much more sensitive, everything feels more…. Intense. As goosebumps trail up your back, it’s almost enough to make you giggle. Then you hear it so clearly the sound of walking. Same figure as last time, same shoes. It’s all so blatant, so distinct to your ears.

The figure shifts in front of you, it takes a moment for your sleepy eye’s to adjust. Then refocus for you to make out the person standing before you.