I looked down and saw what I could only describe as a clinician. Looking at me recording my enjoyment and expressions as apart of their study. Spread out on the table, legs spread, i was no longer a person in a body but just a body there to be looked at. Behind my eyes was little but pain disguised as pleasure. My body felt heavy and I was no longer there. I was swept away and into them. The sole saving grace being a tether that made me rebuke every advance at the most invasive of offers. I wasn't there. It wasn't me. It was just my body. I was in the future. It was already over for me.