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Brock had left Barry tied to a chair in his dark cell. A group of scientists had ventured in after about 4 hours of Barry sitting in the dark. They'd drugged him, untied him, and carried him to a different cell. This one looks more like a jail cell. There's a bed, a toilet, a sink, and a large cabinet in the corner that's locked with finger print identification meaning there's no lock to pick. It's cold and after they get him settled on the bed he's once again left in the dark.

They come in and out over the next several hours with more needles, serums and things to inject into the sedated Speedster. There's no telling really what sort of reactions all of these chemicals will have. One man notes that what looks like a flush of arousal spreads over the pale flesh after the final one. He writes something down on his clipboard and leaves knowing that the sedative should be wearing off soon.

Brock comes strolling into the cell about 24 hours after he'd left him in his previous room and glances over at him. There are currently no bonds on the speedster to keep him in the bed, and Brock is ready just in case he's found some fight in him again.

"Heya, Barry. Miss me?"