Literature
Better Than A Card
I vaguely remember being kidnapped. However, I have no memory of how I got here, in a small room. I'm not tied to anything, so that's always an improvement. I slowly stand up from the hard floor, taking in the smooth walls and narrow metal door next to me. As my eyes adjust to the dim light, I shudder. This is familiar. Memories of being strapped to a chair and injected with... something resurface in my mind, and I begin panicking, running to the door and trying to force it open. It's locked, no surprise there.
I turn as something falls from the ceiling, and I lay eyes on a thick tube that nearly reaches the f