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When you awaken, you notice that there is a bright light shining in your face. You try to shield your eyes from the light, but find that you cannot move your arms. You struggle to look and find that you are lying on a hard metallic table, with your arms and legs spread apart, held tightly by thick metal restraints.
"Well well, awake at last," says a voice. This voice is somewhat deep and malevolent, and quite calm and condescending. "I was wondering when you'd get up." The table rotates so that you are hanging vertically, allowing you to get a glimpse of the speaker. He is a scrawny man in a white lab coat, with thin, stringy gray hair. His facial expression seems calm, but his eyes are filled with hate. "I am Korak."
Korak? Thirak's brother? The one behind all this; who turned you female and is causing the whole world to be in danger of the same? You snarl at him in anger. "You! You did this?! Why you, I'm gonna-"
"-What?" Korak interrupts. "What can you possibly hope to do?" You hate to admit it, but Korak is right. You are restrained to the table and completely unable to move. You glance around helplessly, spotting Shadowfist and Freezerburn off to the side, and a large muscle-man leaning on the wall in the corner. He wears black pants and brown boots but no shirt, and his head is shaved, although you can see his extremely thin brown hair. Korak turns toward this man. "Excellent, Calladus. You did well."
Calladus grunts. "Just give me what you promised so I can go." Korak walks over and hands Calladus a scroll of paper. Calladus snatches it and stalks out.
Korak turns his attention back to you. "Hmm. It is quite obvious that the mental change is no longer in effect. Most likely due to the influence of my irritating brother. He's always ruined everything for me!" Korak takes a deep breath to calm down, then speaks again. "Ah, well, no matter. This serum I've developed should take care of that." He snickers to himself. "You will become just as you were before my brother intervened; idiotic, completely useless." Korak goes over to a nearby table and picks something up. When he turns back to you, you see it is a syringe filled with a strange dark red liquid.
Korak approaches you with the syringe. You try to struggle, to resist, to somehow get away, but you cannot. The clamps holding you down are made of a thick and strong metal, and are tight enough to ensure that you cannot slip out. Korak pushes your head back, flat against the table. Then he injects you with the syringe just above and between your breasts. He pushes out all the liquid before stepping back to discard the now-empty syringe.
"There," says Korak. "It won't be long now." Indeed, you can already feel it starting to take effect; you are already beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. Before long you once again have that hazy feeling in your head, and you soon pass out.
Written by Red Hawk
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