She’s running through a room, puddles of blood everywhere, surgery equipment strewn across the floor and many no longer sanitary operating tables.  She can’t help but think about the gruesome atrocities that must have been committed in this very space, but keeps running, as fast as she can, hoping to find some escape so she doesn’t become the creature’s next victim.  She only saw a glimpse of its awful face before it left the room, but it was enough.  What she saw was a thing of nightmares, flesh falling from the bone, eyes all but hollowed out.  She had no idea what it was or how she got where she was, but that didn’t matter right now, all that mattered was her escape.
She ran for what seemed like hours, and she was beginning to think that the room was endless, until she found a door.  As she reaches for the door handle, which was presumably once stainless steel, but had now been covered in bits of dried blood and human —or maybe not even human now that she thinks about it— flesh.  Just as her shaking hand is touching the door knob, she feels a hot breath on her neck, sending a chill down her spine.  She attempts to open the door anyway, in a desperate last attempt at an escape from the dark, sadistic lab that the seemingly undead creature brought her here for its sick unknown reasons.  Instead she’s grabbed, pulled back with force she never could have imagined this being capable of, and knocked out.
When she wakes next, she’s in her bed.  She looks around, she’s sure it’s her room with its purple walls, her name, Raquelle, spelled in big copper letters above her queen size bed, her giant pile of stuffed animals in the corner.  She instantly lets out a sigh of relief, it was just another twisted dream; her psychiatrist warned her that her new medication might have this side effect.  She resolves to just get up and walk this off, it seems like the best choice.
But she’s stuck.
There’s something pinning her to her bed, she’s confused, until she feels a familiar warm breath on her face.  She’s searching frantically for what’s holding her down, but ultimately finds nothing.  Nothing but this malevolent being is holding her down, and it —whatever it is— isn’t even touching her, it’s just staring down at her with a grin on its face, one not unlike that of the Joker.
As she focuses her eyes onto the Joker-esque grin a foot from her face, the background begins to shift, changing to the setting from her nightmare, the blood stained white tile walls, the few flickering florescent lights, but most importantly, and most horrifyingly, the syringes, scalpels, drills, and other rusted, bloody medical equipment.  But there’s something different about it now.  The medical equipment is all gathered on one tray, and that tray is now sitting beside the operating table on which she’s pinned.
“Please… Just let me go”, Raquelle pleads in between sobs.  She knows her request is doing her no good, but at this moment, she’d try anything to just escape this awful creature.
“Now, Raquelle, why would I do that?”, the creature asks with a cold grin and cruel voice, “Why, I think we’re going to have quite a bit of fun together.”  With that last statement, it lets out a cackle and plunges a needle into her arm.  As she’s falling asleep from the unknown liquid in the syringe, she hears it laugh, “Or at least I will.”