CAPTIVE

Ugh, my head... everything's green... and bright. Way too green and bright. Where the hell...?

A thousand green lasers flashed against my face in a room reeking of mold and disinfectant. A nightmare. This was only a nightmare. My wrists ached horribly where I couldn't see was biting into them. I blinked a few times, seeing an old carpet lining the floor. It scratched at my stockings, the hard wall behind me making my back ache. 

Somewhere in front, I heard a faucet running along with the clinking of metal. A muddy shadow crossed the light behind the half-closed bathroom door.

The rig was gone. I was back in my own body, but I couldn't move past wriggling my hands a few inches. My legs wouldn't work, and my throat was dry as a desert. I opened my mouth, but all that escaped was a weak gasp.

Before I could fully wake, I felt my memories flood back in. Every step that led me here, every mistake I could've avoided.