"Bag em all and let Doc sort em out."

They both laugh like it's an old joke they've got. I think I'm going to vomit. I'm not sure if it's whatever gas fogged up the bar, or the idea of being carted off to whoever "Doc" is.

I struggle to hold back a cringe as two powerful hands grab my arm pits and drag me onto a crinkly plastic surface. Mechanically he pulls the sides of the bag up around my body and zippers it shut.

The material is heavy making it hard for me to breath well. I barely manage to keep myself from panicking while the strong guy drags me outside. He pauses for a second after dragging me over the bump in the doorframe. My ass bangs against it.