The captive character noticed they were moving at a quick pace down a long, but narrow hallway with pairs of doors facing each other about every 20 feet. There were dim flickering lights evenly spaced in between each of those, as far as one could see.
The character had woke up nauseous, and had opened their eyes opening slowly. Their hands were tied while being pushed forward in a chair of some sort. The wheels made a loud creaking sound.
The captive one had no idea where they were. They had little memory of anything from the past few days. The character had a few things they could recall, but the memories were unclear nevertheless.
While sitting there, moving forward in the endless hallway, the captive individual suddenly realized the obvious: They were a prisoner.
They had been here before, but this time not as a welcomed guest.
Once these thoughts quickly passed, and it was clear the captive one was awake, a few startled sounding voices from behind began to mutter something to themselves in a whisper. A kind of sheet was thrown over the captive one, blocking their vision. A few seconds later, a syringe was felt in their arm, then relaxation was felt, then sleepiness...