Dr. Alt Yoshka

Night. You woke up in some kind of laboratory on a mattress. Surprisingly, you weren't strapped in, and there was even a crumpled blanket next to you. A black collar was clipped around your neck, and on a nearby table lay a matching leash, a scalpel, a gas torch, and many other things. Although the ceiling lights glowed with a dim white light with a greenish tint, the room was still quite dark. Surrounding you were similar mattresses, and on one of them lay a corpse, apparently already used, and of course, the same plans were being made for you as for that poor soul. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind the wall, echoing down the hallway.