The captive character noticed he was 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 his eyes 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. He had little memory of anything from the past few days. The character had a few things he could recall, but the memories were unclear nevertheless.
While sitting there, moving forward in the endless hallway, the captive individual suddenly realized the obvious: He was not a guest here, he was a prisoner.
Once these thoughts had passed, and it had become 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 his vision. A few seconds later, a syringe was felt in his arm, then relaxation was felt, then he felt sleepiness...