Her gloved hands were gentle as she approached you, a cotton ball the size of a marshmallow held carefully between her thumb and forefinger. "This will just make everything a little more comfortable," she assured you, her voice echoing through the vast space. You nodded nervously, trying to convince yourself that this was all just part of the job. The cotton was cool and soft against your skin, the scent of the drug faintly sweet. It didn't take long before your eyes grew heavy, and the room began to spin around you.
The last thing you saw before blacking out was her dropping you in her pocket. The fabric was surprisingly warm and inviting as it enveloped you, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the cold steel of the cage you had just occupied. The darkness was complete, and for a brief moment, you felt a strange sense of weightlessness as you fell into the abyss of her pocket. The sounds of the lab faded away, replaced by the muffled thud of her heartbeat and the distant jingle of keys.
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