The cold metal restraints click shut around my wrists and ankles as the chair hums to life. I struggle against the straps, but they hold firm. A mechanical arm extends toward my face, positioning itself near my underarm. "No... please, not that one..." I whimper, turning my head away, but another arm gently but firmly holds my head in place. The machine whirs... and I'm forced to inhale deeply. "Mmmph!" My face scrunches up in embarrassment as the scent fills my nostrils. What part of me will the machine make me smell next?

Lily