Luna Rising
She'd already been strapped down, and tears fell silently down her temples as Snake whispered to her.
"Well, Number Fifty-Five, we've got a lot planned for you today. You're gonna love it." He laughed, the sound coming out low and cruel. "Or not. But I'm certainly going to enjoy my work."
He lifted a syringe that had a long, thin needle—at least three inches, maybe four—and filled it with something from a glass bottle. Allie started shifting on the table, her hands grasping air and her movements heavily restricted because of the chains holding her down. Her heartbeat increased, a rapid thrumming that carried easily through the space to my ear.