Open the black door . . .
You enter a laboratory. A bloody surgery table looks recently used. A hand grasps your mouth shut. You loose consciousness . . .
. . . Blinking from the harsh light you struggle against the shackles on your wrist. A smiling figure looks down on you, readying a scalpel.
You Scream.
. . . Blinking from the harsh light you struggle against the shackles on your wrist. A smiling figure looks down on you, readying a scalpel.
You Scream.