Pinch

You wake up in a dark hallway. Your last memory is non-existent. In fact, you can't remember anything. You try moving around but you can't. Your body is stiff. You don't feel any restraints, nor do you feel anything. You blink a few times. Suddenly, a figure appears in the distance. It seems to be holding a candle. You try shouting profanities at it, or demands to be released, but all that comes out is an exhausted loud gurgle. The figure arrives. It looks like a human, but its face is face, like the wax on the candle. You could barely make out an empty eye socket with a hole for a mouth. It hisses at you. In a deep, hoarse voice, it says "You cannot escape, you are weak." It burns your lefts cheek with a candle, holding it on for thirty seconds. You start to cry. The figure lifts up a syringe. You can't tell what kind of liquid is in it. The figure makes its final tease. "This will only be a pinch..."