His eyes fluttered open. There was no sense of grogginess, he came out of it clean. His body felt heavy, his arms and legs refused to move at first. He struggled just to lift his hand a few inches off the floor where he laid, forgotten by everyone. Or at the very least he realized, no longer smothered by the woman. A few more breaths, and he could feel his hands starting to move again. He could close his fist and release. His leg moved slightly. Another few more breaths, and he rolled onto his right side.<br/><br/>"Ich werde so verhungern lassen, was mÃ¼ssen wir essen?" he spoke softly and slowly, a thick european accent in his words. He struggled to get his hands under him, pushing himself up into a sitting position with what seemed to be a great effort, his upper body trembling with the energy he had to put into his doped up muscles before he got himself upright.