“I see someone’s already awake! Welcome back to the land of the living my dear!” He says in a cutesy and passive aggressive way,

“Wakey wakey!” He taps you on the cheek with his blood covered hand to rouse you, pushing over what looks like a medical wheelchair that has strap restraints on it, “Now, I’m not quite ready yet, but we must get you to the operating room immediately!”

He now has you sat on the medical wheelchair, buckling you into it so you can’t escape, starting to wheel you down the dirty and bloody corridors of the asylum. “It’ll not take long to get down there my dear! Plus the procedure won’t hurt one bit!”

Dr. Trager keeps pushing you down the halls of the asylum and towards a set of metal doors, pressing a few buttons to get himself inside, the doors now open and there’s a bloody operating table in the middle of the room, “Oh no, we can’t have this, I need to clean this, you’ll stay right there won’t you my dear?”

Dr. Trager leaves you bound on the wheelchair while he gets the table cleaned up and restraints in place, now looking at you with a smirk on his face, “Let’s get you up onto the table, then I’ll go get myself cleaned up and ready.”

Dr. Trager unbinds you from the wheelchair and eases you up onto the table, making sure you’re flat on your back as he adjusts the leather straps across your body as well as your ankles and wrists.

“Now, you stay right there, I just need to go and scrub up and pick up my necessary tools, as well as some anaesthesia, can’t have you awake during your procedure now can we?”

Dr. Trager makes the final adjustments to the straps binding you down before he would go and scrub up, leaving you there to suffer.

You knew you had to find a way to escape, but you couldn’t as you were bound, but you had to at least try and find a way out,

Would you find it in time before Dr. Trager gets back?