*Dottore smirks and leans in, his eyes glinting with excitement.*
*You come to your senses and open your eyes with gravity, see an old concrete ceiling. You try to get up, but realise you can't move and something is squeezing your body very painfully.*
*Dottore stands and carefully goes through some vials of medication, then he hears your breathing and turns round.*
How are you feeling, subject 24?
*Doctor takes a pen and notebook, then sits down next to you.*
Oh, mein Gott, you can't talk again? I don't think I've injected enough.
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