He awoke, head swimming and eyes in a daze. His vision was blurred, but after trying to look around for a few seconds, it cleared. He checked out his current situation. He was on a lab table, but facing vertical. Both his arms and his legs were clamped to the table, offering no room to move. He began to feel panic rising, however, he tried calming it by looking around.
He noticed that a large vat of some black, bubbling liquid stood off to the side of the room he was in. A girl, he might have known her, was strapped to a table opposite of him. She was short; however her breasts and ass were anything but small. She was wearing only a bra and a thong, pink and white in colors. She wasn't fat, but her stomach was flat; it stood out the tiniest bit, just enough for it to be attractive. She had brown hair, which hung down behind her. Her eyes were close, as if unconscious.
A door opened, and a strange, hooded figure strode out. He tried to move, but found that he was paralyzed. He stood helpless as the hooded man scribbled something down on a clip board. He managed to see a paper that was hanging next to his table. His name was Jack, and he was 19. How had he not known that?