Asylum

The room stinks of rust and piss, odors strong enough to sting your eyes upon first opening them. Your vision is blurry at first, but you can still make out your general surroundings. You can see that you're in a cell of some kind, yellow stained padded walls, and rust bled ceilings and tile. It's nearly impossible to ignore the throbbing pain in your temples, as if a thousand tiny shards of glass are grinding about behind your eyes.

"Ah...so you're finally awake." A voice, speaking proper, english in accent, comes from one corner of the room. You turn to see no one there - the voice goes on. "I'm sorry we had to be so rough with you...but sometimes a patient doesn't always know what's best for him or herself I'm afraid...but I do apologize anyway." You see it then, a small speaker in the upper right corner of the room, that's where the voice is coming from, a com system.

"Where am I?" You ask, or at least you try, but it comes out as a series of broken words, and violent coughs...it feels as if you've been hit by a train. "Where the fuck am I?" You say a bit more firmly, frustrated at your own feeble condition.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." She begins again, voice seductively villanous, taunting. "Now now, I'll have to ask you to behave yourself Mr. West." Mr. West? Who is Mr. West? That isn't your name.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" You try once more. No one replies. A few seconds pass by before you say again - "Hey, what the hell is going on?"

And after a couple more seconds, the voice replies. "I'll speak with you again when it is time for your treatment. Bye now Mr. West." With that the com clicks, and shuts off. The room is sealed shut, and the repulsive scent it carries is getting to you, you feel dizzy...and everything is becoming a blur. In a matter of seconds, you faint...