Nanook's cage door was swung open, and a pair of gloved hands suddenly appeared. Nanook was simply lying there, her discolored eyes blinking boredly, ignoring the terrifying hands that she knew were going to slam her down on a cold metal table. And sure enough, she was lifted into the arms of the scientist and carried down a long white hall. She heaved a sigh, because of her size she could easily overthrow the scientist, but what was the point? She grunted slightly, as she was thrown carelessly onto a metal table, and almost immediately strapped down. She closed her eyes, knowing that next, a long pointy needle would be poked into her skin, and she closed here eyes knowing that if she even tensed, she would be sore for a week. Simply a pitiful whine escaped her mouth as the needle slid in, and suddenly she felt drowsy. She tried lifting her head, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Using only her range of sight, she glanced a white gloved hand on her front paw, but... she couldn't feel it. She saw her body being flipped over, so that now she was lying on her back. And then she saw the scalpel ( or cutter thing... >_> ) She groaned, and shut her eyes tight knowing that the sharp tool would be cutting through her flesh soon. Time went on, she didn't know how long it was, but finally she was picked up once again, and thrown into her cage labelled with the number 311. Then she slept, and when she woke a dull pain was found in her stomach, and as she looked down she saw an angry red scar laced with poorly done stitches. Just then, a tiny bowl of food was shoved into her cage, but strangely she wasn't hungry. She sniffed at it, and wrinkled her nose at it's scent. To her surprise she wasn't hungry or thirsty, despite that the last time she ate was so long ago. She slumped down, running her tongue over the ruffled silver white fur on her chest, then resting her head on her paws, waiting for her time to come.