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You take a stand against the woman you love.  She is obviously not right and you were not about to take advantage of her when she was in such a state.  "How the hell am I supposed to know that's any ordinary CD?! There's been so many unexplainable things going on that I don't know what to believe anymore!"  The lights flicker as the room goes silent. Elizabeth looks at you, cracking her neck as she turns it to the side.  The very next second she was upon you.  Her fingers wrapped around your neck and tightened with strength far above that of a college girl's.  You tried to fight back, but there was some otherworldly force fueling the enraged girl.  Unable to do anything against Elizabeth, you fade out of consciousness.

With a start you woke up in an unfamiliar place for once.  The room is full of medical instruments and computer screens monitoring your vital signs.  You immediately gag as you realize a feeding tube is running down your throat, but as you reach to pull it out you notice that both your arms and legs are strapped to the bed by old, leather straps.  Why did they need to restrain you?  You look towards the only door leading outside.  The numbers "334" were carved into a rusty plaque on the door.  You are left with limited options.

Do you:
*[[Struggle to break free]]