strapped to a medical table

I let out a groan as I woke up from my **** induced sleep. I tried to massage my head but found my hands stuck at my sides. I manage to open my eyes much to my headaches hatred. looking down I saw that I was strapped to a medical table. there were medical belts wrapped around my wrist and above my elbows. their were also straps going around my body above and below my breast and around my waist. my legs were also restrained at my ankles and knees.

"oh good you are awake," said Daiki as he walked into my view.

"what are you doing," I asked.

"oh just prepping you for testing a few of our newer ****," he said.

"what ****," I ask with a hint of fear.

"oh just a few **** developed by my company. they promote compliance and truth telling," he said.

"what a truth serum," I asked sarcastically.

"that is one of the side effects, but there main goal is to help make people compliant to others," he said.

"So a **** ****," i asked.

"yes," he said. "But don't worry that takes a special combination that normally destroys the old personality and memory of their past. since I need answers I'll just use the truth serum first."

"i wont tell you anything," i say defiantly.

"we'll see," he said as he took a syringe and injected into my arm.