She Doesn't Understand

She woke up with the feeling of nausea. "...Where am I?" she said. It was dark, and the fluorescent lamp, above her, made it brighter, at least a little bit.

"You passed out." I said, turning my head, turning on more lights. You squinted at the brightness at the light, getting up, you further noticed, you were restrained by a black leather belt, cuffing your hands down.

You huffed, possibly in nervousness..? "Will you..let me go?" ...I could tell that it was worth a try, and as you began to panic, I started to call someone, "..Please wait."

.."Don't worry." I said, trying to reassure you. "Where am I?" You repeated. "It isn't important." I said, calling in reinforcements.

And again, you knocked out unconscious.

You woke up, strapped to a chair, and I watched you struggle. You must've noticed the sadistic smile on my face. I purely shrugged it off, you must've turned away, or looked away, disgusted of me. You soon see someone, dressed in a lab coat, with a clipboard, opening the door, and walking towards the other chair. He pulls the chair backwards and sits down, moving it forward towards the table.

I watched through the glass window, taking down notes, and looking at your behavior during the interview. Maybe you got in? I was busy thinking, taking down scribbles that even I didn't understand, until I heard a click.