The chains of the handcuffs keeping you in the bed rattled as you moved your hands, eyes following the Doctor.

You’d been kept there for a few days now. You didn’t remember all that much, except for the pain of being cut, or getting a shot, or him drawing blood for whatever reason. You didn’t know.

Dr. Rosewood moved closer to you, a wicked grin on his face. He reveled in your fear and your pain. “I wanna see what your insides look like..” He hummed, scalpel in his hands. “If you behave maybe you can earn some anesthesia, hm? Just be still for me.”