More ovoid screens lit up in front of me, leading me through the corridor. The disembodied head only said "walk."
"Walk...Walk...Walk...Stop."
I stopped in front of wide door, watching it creak open slowly. A small room was revealed, containing nothing but a gurney.
"Lie down on the gurney."
My heart-rate spiked. I knew if I got on that bed I may never get up again.
"Last chance!" the voice reiterated. "You have five seconds to comply before a guard is called to stab you through the heart."
I laid on the bed, utterly defeated.
"Insert your wrists and ankles into the straps."
I tried not to think, just comply. The straps tightened around my limbs. I turned my head to the side and threw up on the floor. The voice didn't seem to care. Hearing a low hum, I strained my neck to look at the door. A med-drone hovered into the room and stopped beside me. Something punctured my neck before I could even process what was happening. A sensation of warmth flowed through me and everything went black.
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