(I'll join, saying this goes far.)<br/>m<a class="postlink" href="http://sta.sh/01y2or322n26">http://sta.sh/01y2or322n26</a>m<br/><br/>I felt the soft breeze of conditioned air cross over my fur as I dizzily awoke, yanking my paw in order to cover the painful headache I had. Just as soon, though I realized the straps that held them down, surprise in my mind as I folded my fingers, one after another and tugged again with no avail. I couldn't remember, it was all sorta blurry in my head, wasn't I answering questions for... Something?... I wasn't too sure, but I felt more worried about the machine that I was hooked to - and, not that - it seemed there were more than just me who had been tied up. "W-What the hell?!" I fearfully yelled, yanking and pulling, desperate to escape the table. It was futile... Too durable to break and it only exhausted me the more I struggled.