The syringe held by the doctor in his hand was much bigger than any other they had seen before. It was almost as thick as the doctor's arm, and it was apparent, based on the experiences the others had seen the doctor perform before, that this wasn't going to be anything pleasant.
"So, do we have any volunteers?" The doctor slowly moved his head from one side to the other, staring into everyone's eyes.
By now, Kelly was mustering up her strength, trying to pull herself out of the chair. She pulled so hard that the skin had rubbed off around her wrist and was scratched slightly, but no matter what she wanted, she couldn't break free.
