The room was cold, and Stacy felt herself shiver as she slowly regained consciousness. Her head throbbed, and her body ached. She tried to move, but she was restrained, tied down tightly to a metal table with her legs spread wide apart. She looked down and saw that she was naked, her clothes nowhere to be found. Panic welled up inside her chest, but she forced it down, telling herself to stay calm.
She slowly turned her head to the left, then the right, taking in her surroundings. The room was dark, lit only by flickering red emergency lights. There were strange machines everywhere she looked, some of them humming softly, others standing silent and ominous.
Above her hang a big, menacing machine with a large closed eye. Its long, metallic arms stretch out in every direction, holding various tools and instruments. The sight of it made Stacy feel very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the eye opened, casting a bright red light on the helpless girl below. Stacy couldn’t help but feel like she was being watched, studied. The machine hummed to life, and one of its long, metallic arms extended towards her.
