Kiss of Death (Ball and Chain)

They yanked me out of the cage and practically threw me across the room. I skidded to a halt on the ground, my body far too weak to pull myself up. One of them grabbed my arm with their strong, iron grip, and hit me across the face. I bit my lip to keep myself from crying out, as they roughly dragged me into the experimenting room. The room was dark, with several Whitecoats standing along in and around the room. My eyes widened in few as they chained me down on the metal table that was marked up with claw scratches and blood stains.