My confined arm began to shake violently as the sharp needle inched forward, daring to prick my skin. Sweat rolled down my forehead as the cold metal reached me. I tried vainly to push back, forcing the needle much deeper, and instantly raising a violet bruise. "Stop, don't...," I scrambled for words as the hooded face exhaled down on me. My body willingly drank the liquid from the glass, as I laid my head back in the chair. There was nothing else I could physically do at this point... either the liquid would kill me, or I would die of exhaustion from fighting it off. My eyes were shut, but I could see stars in the darkness, swirling as if on a movie screen. They floated by so rapidly that I felt sick, and decided that the room itself would be better to gaze at than this nauseating strobe of color. My eyelids rose to see the hooded man hovering over me. "How does it feel?" he questioned. "Why?" I moaned. The man crossed his arms before answering, "You're the experiment. You ask no questions, you stay quiet. You take it like a woman, and perhaps I'll let you go".