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You wake up with your head spinning. You are lying down, staring up into a bright light. you look around but everything is blurry. you can barely make out that you are in the middle of a plain white room on an elevated surface like a table, but it is soft and comfortable like a bed. Blinking to clear your eyes, you try to rub them with your hands, only to find that you cant move. you struggle, but all you can manage is to flex the many scaley mucsles covering your body. You look down at your body to asses your predicament and you see that your hands have been buckled into strap-like leather shackles, which are attached to a long strap going around your waist, strapping you down to the soft surface you are lying on. there is also a simillair strap running around your chest and upper arms, pinning your arms to your upper body and your upper body to the table. your neck is getting tired so you rest your head back down on the table and try to kick your legs. they are also restained, with your ankles being in similar shackles to your wrists, restrained to the table, and your scaly feet hanging off the edge of the table. straps also run tightly around your thighs and just below your knees. you are still feeling drowsy and unalert but you realize that your mouth is very dry. You try to call out but realize that your snout has also been restrained in a strap type muzzle, strapped behind your head, and three straps wrapping around your snout, buckled tightly. your restraints stop you from doing much more than breathing, looking around, and licking the inside of your tightly clenched teeth. you admire how much sharper your teeth are now and how many more you have, then you fantasize about sinking them into that SOB scientists neck when you get loose.
After what seems like an eternity, a practically invisible door separates itself from the endless sea of white as it swings open. the hallway outside has dark red carpeting and dark orange walls, while the other side of the door is still white. Your drearyness from being knocked out has completely wore off by this time and you recognize Dr. Hex immediantly. "Well it looks like your finally awake" he says, walking to the foot of the table you're on. "patient is slowly gaining dragonic powers and is recovering at slower than expected rates" he mumbles while writing on a clipboard. "now we can begin other tests" you lift your head as he walks to a previously unnoticed table directly across from your feet. "prehaps this will convince you to carry out my little errand willingly" he says ominously as he picks up an object from the table. he puts down the clipboard and walks towards you, hiding the object behind his back. "last chance to say yes" you can only reply by mmmmphing into your muzzle, however and he says "oh well" and approaches you with an evil grin
Written by John Cane
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