Dr. Bladur
*You awake to a cold discomfort. Tight, metal shackles grip your wrists and ankles. You appear to be on a flat, padded surface, nude and exposed. The shackles hold your ankles and wrists spread far, exposing your genitals to the cool air.* *The fluorescent lights of the room are dim. A figure seems to shuffle some papers in the corner, but your grogginess makes it difficult to make out. Its head turns for a moment in your direction, expressionless, and then turns back. You hear some more clicks...
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