Middle of the Night

Chapter 3
The Start of the Tests

Chapter Description: Jen begins her tests of an experimental drug.

I woke up. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see my environment. I could still feel the rubber nipple of the pacifier in my mouth. I tried to move my fingers and toes. To my relief, they moved. I also tried to move my arms and legs. My arms were somehow restrained, but my legs weren’t. I could feel a diaper in between my legs. That didn’t bother me so much now. Underneath me was a soft, fuzzy blanket. I tried to feel around with my legs, but found my range of motion was very limited. Finally I opened my eyes.

I was in an adult-sized crib. Looking around the room, I discovered a window. It was dark outside. I wasn’t wearing any pants over my diaper, but I was wearing some sort of white top. I tried to move my arms again, but found the top to be restricting my arms. ’Great, she has me in a straitjacket,’ I thought to myself. I let out a groan, which sounded similar to "JEN!!!"

"Ah, looks like someone’s finally awake. Did baby have a good nap?" I could hear Jen’s voice, but I couldn’t see her. I wanted to teach that bitch a lesson she’d never forget, but I was in no position to do so. I tried to shout obscenities at her, but didn’t hear anything intelligible come from my mouth. "What? It’s just a term of endearment," Jen laughed. I was getting sick and fed up with her torment.

"Whf!1!" I breathed loudly. That pacifier was stuck in there somehow. to this very moment I can’t figure out how she put it in there, but it was not coming out from my efforts.

Laughing, Jen opened the bars to my crib... my prison... and took out the pacifier from my mouth effortlessly, "Now baby can speak. What troubles you Bry-Bry?"

A million questions filled my head at once. Accusations accompanied many of those questions, I wanted to let her know how much I hated her for this. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" I finally managed.

Jen looked into my eyes as if I were just a stupid little kid who couldn’t see the big picture, "Why, Bryan, you get to participate in a trial for an experimental drug. I’ve had raging success on animal trials, but I’d never get FDA approval for human testing anytime soon, so this can be our little secret.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This asshole had put me through such utter torture and humiliation all for the grand delusion of science? I had to miss work because she had to run experiments on me? All these answers only created more questions. "Why me?" I asked, "What are you even testing on me?"

"You’ll see." She flung her dark braid over her shoulder and grinned at me before returning the binky to my mouth.

Before she could put the piece of rubber in my mouth I blurted, "I thought you said you were just a student," I had to buy time before I was again silenced. I tried to study my surroundings during the split second I had her attention, but I couldn’t find anything that would help.

She paused. With her free hand she ruffled my hair, "Learn new things every day, huh buddy?"

Great, I was now ’Buddy’, when I opened my mouth to protest my new pet name, she stuffed the pacifier in. She didn’t look as condescending as she did when she was belittling me, rather more serious as if she herself were at work and this was just another one of her assignments. After she deposited the silencer in my mouth her expression returned to the condescending sarcastic witch of a woman who decided to use me in her experiments. She ruffled my hair again beforre shutting my wooden cage. I bit down on the pacifier to vent my agitation.

Jen left. I could feel the agitation building inside of me. I’d much rather be at work.. No one on my crew was bad-shit crazy like this girl was.Jen returned. She was carrying a platter with several sealed containers and silverware on it. "Time for breakfast," she announced.

I gave her a dark look as she opened the crib again. She took out my pacifier, opened one of the containers, and dipped a spoon in. She was going to spoon-feed me breakfast. ’Aw, hell no!’ I thought as I kept my mouth shut when she brought the spoon closer.

Jen wiped her eyes with her free hand. "Bryan, you have to eat. I need a healthy subject and if you refuse your food you’ll get sick."

I opened my mouth to protest her logic, but she siezed the opportunity to slip the spoon into my mouth. After depositing her goods, she quickly moved her hand to under my chin, holding it closed with the back of her hand. "Swallow," she directed me.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. When I met her last week I thought I’d met someone whom I could get very friendly with and hopefully she’d be too distracted by her phone to notice if I had a fling here and there, but this girl seemed to be at least five steps ahead of me at every turn. I bawled. I just couldn’t take her control over me anymore.

Jen shushed me, cradling my head in her arms. "Oh, there there, everything will be alright. All Bry-Bry has to do is eat his food and big, nasty Jen will leave him alone. Does that sound good?" I nodded my head, then swallowed. I offered her no further resistance. Jen continued to feed me until I’d finished everything. I didn’t even protest the fact that she fed me fluids through a bottle. All I could do was sob as she put the pacifier back in my mouth and closed the crib again. She left the room again.

Jen came back wearing her scrubs with her hair still tied back in her braid and brought in all sorts of medical equipment. I was poked and prodded for all sorts of data regarding my physical condition. The worst part about it was that I couldn’t fight back. I could kick, I could raise my torso a little bit, I could even squirm about all I wanted. The problem was that Jen had the upper hand at all times, and she knew it too, which made the whole ordeal all the more frustrating. To my shame all I did was sob the whole time.

Finally, after several hours of observing how healthy I was, Jen announced, "Well, Bry-Bry, you are very healthy right now. I could not ask for a better volunteer. We will start the trial in two hours. My eyes widened. What had she been doing to me up till now?" I watched Jen as she walked away muttering to herself, probably about some sort of procedures that were to take place. I was very anxious.

Some time later, Jen returned once again with a needle filled with some sort of green liquid. I cringed, I writhed. No way was she sticking that thing into me. I tried to scream, but all that came out was a terrified sob, muffled by a pacifier. Jen remained calm and indifferent throughout the procedure. She took a pair of scissors and made a vertical cut on one of the sleeves covering my biceps. She was trying to get at my veins! I flailed in an attempt to stop her.

Jen gently stroked my cheek. "Bryan," she whispered in my ear, "I promise you this is the worst of it, you really need to calm down for me, okay?" I heaved deep breaths through my nose. I froze as she kissed my cheek. Tears of hope streamed down my face. Maybe she wasn’t as psychotic as she seemed and I could reason with her. Then it happened. I felt a pinch as sharp, stainless steel punctured my skin. I froze in complete terror as she pushed fluids into my bloodstream, the contents of which I was sorely unaware.

Having completed her task, Jen kissed me on my forehead, "All done," she almost sang as if she were speaking to a child. My body went limp and my mind swam as the contents of the syringe started to take effect.

To Be Continued...