Lisa's Terrifying Experience on the Table

Lisa woke up to find herself strapped to a cold, metal table, the smell of blood thick in the air. A shadowy figure loomed over her, holding a rusted scalpel dripping with fresh gore. As the blade sliced into her skin, she screamed, but no one could hear her in the soundproof room. Her last sight was the figure's twisted smile as he whispered, 'You're next in my collection.'