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Sequel to Out for a walk

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When the walk was finally over, they took him to the first room where he'd woken up. Without being given a chance to plea, they increase the dosage of whatever paralyzer they were using that rendered him immobile. Slack, he was undressed from the straitjacket. Through the drugs, he can see his wounds from the explosions in the battlefield were treated. His mouth doesn't move right, because the relaxant affects even his tongue and jaw.

"Ughh..." He slurs.

They attach new sensors to his body and hook up tubes to ports on his body that he did not remember having. What have they done to him? He's helpless, unable to squirm as they cover his eyes again with a headpiece and stick a piece of metal in his mouth. Amazingly, whatever they feed him in the tube fills up his lungs like water, but he tasted it to be the most delicious air he'd ever breathed.

"Respiration is good. Oxygen satting at 90."

"Keep that in your mouth, got it? Unless you want to drown," A voice laughs.

Through the relaxant, which was not numbing feeling, he can feel them touching and pressing parts of his body, outfitting him with straps and shifting around in the pants they gave him. He groans a little pathetically as they handle him, since that's all he can do.

"I'm sure you're curious why you're here and what we plan to do with you. As I promised, you are a worthy subject in a new project," He hears that familiar first voice again as his body is lifted by the straps on him. They're probably placing him back in a tank!

"Mrn... Nrgh..." He can't even strain against the pull. He feels something begin to lap at his lower body, rising like liquid.

"Everything will be revealed eventually. For now, you don't need to worry about anything but surviving."

The liquid covers him entirely.

Description
Sequel to Out for a walk

Next Part here

When the walk was finally over, they took him to the first room where he'd woken up. Without being given a chance to plea, they increase the dosage of whatever paralyzer they were using that rendered him immobile. Slack, he was undressed from the straitjacket. Through the drugs, he can see his wounds from the explosions in the battlefield were treated. His mouth doesn't move right, because the relaxant affects even his tongue and jaw.

"Ughh..." He slurs.

They attach new sensors to his body and hook up tubes to ports on his body that he did not remember having. What have they done to him? He's helpless, unable to squirm as they cover his eyes again with a headpiece and stick a piece of metal in his mouth. Amazingly, whatever they feed him in the tube fills up his lungs like water, but he tasted it to be the most delicious air he'd ever breathed.

"Respiration is good. Oxygen satting at 90."

"Keep that in your mouth, got it? Unless you want to drown," A voice laughs.

Through the relaxant, which was not numbing feeling, he can feel them touching and pressing parts of his body, outfitting him with straps and shifting around in the pants they gave him. He groans a little pathetically as they handle him, since that's all he can do.

"I'm sure you're curious why you're here and what we plan to do with you. As I promised, you are a worthy subject in a new project," He hears that familiar first voice again as his body is lifted by the straps on him. They're probably placing him back in a tank!

"Mrn... Nrgh..." He can't even strain against the pull. He feels something begin to lap at his lower body, rising like liquid.

"Everything will be revealed eventually. For now, you don't need to worry about anything but surviving."

The liquid covers him entirely.