Muted

A cold, metallic light reflected off the sterile walls of the room. Subterranean, dull, indifferent. Just another in the side by side series of rooms that made up this medical facility.

The woman lay on a slab of a table, thick straps creating violent indentations in her flesh. Her slight form was covered only by a single blue sheet,

“Was that really necessary?” the doctor asked his assistant, peering disapprovingly over his magnification lenses. “She’s got enough sedative in her bloodstream to tranquilize a person twice her size.”

“If you saw what she did to Nicholls, you’d be glad there’s anything that could hold her down. Bitch is stronger than she looks,” the assistant responded.

A sigh.

“Well then. Let’s begin, shall we?”