Waking up, I found myself roped to a bed, butt naked in a white room.

I looked around. One white door, pulled apart from the wall only by a tiny seam. No windows. A few slats in the ceiling, presumably for ventilation.

The restraints made me nervous. I jerked and twisted, trying to loosen the ropes… but to no avail.

Suddenly, the door slid open and a Watcher glided in. Instantly, the room went to a deep black color, the walls blended together, and my heart started beating like a motorboat.

“NO!”, I screamed, thrashing like a fish out of water, gasping for air. But the Watcher slid closer and closer, turning up the terrible sounds in my head, the imagination running on full power, revving its engines…

and it bent over at the waist and hurled a tiny wad of some black shit at my legs. I watched as the mass grew and enveloped my feet, then my ankles, slowly working their way upward, not bound by any human force.