“Oh, good. I see you’ve woken.”

The cold voice of the doctor pulled me from my haze as I woke. I glared at him and I tried to get my bearings. I would have had some choice words for him if he hadn’t gagged me. I struggled against my restraints, but my muscles still felt like they were made of jelly. His amusement at my struggles was clear from the slight smirk at the corners of his thin lips.