The Disappearance of Cow Creek

Manhandled

I scrambled back from the door of my cage as the alien quickly advanced towards me. I realized it was the same one that helped bath me after I attacked the green one. It quickly opened my cage door with one hand, holding the syringe in the air with the other. I was far into the back of my cage, trying to hide. I ducked behind the wooden cave, then dove into the paper shavings, moving quickly beneath them a few feet away, then froze. I heard nothing for a moment, maybe the alien couldn't figure out where I had gone. Paper tickled my nose, and I couldn't see much of anything. I held my breath, not wanting to make noise in the paper with the expansion and contraction of my ribcage. A moment of tense silence passed, and I could almost feel the alien's hand hovering somewhere near me.
Shoof!
"Aaugh!"
A hand shot into the paper, right onto me and grabbed me out of my hiding place. I shook the white shreds out of my hair and face, squirming in the firm grip. I was lifted quickly out of my cage and pressed onto the table where the alien had set their stuff. The cold metal felt like needles on my skin. The alien flipped me onto my stomach, and I could see the other women all pressed against their cage wall, helpless to do anything but watch. The alien had my head pinned beneath its wrist, and my body gripped beneath its hand, but I only needed to see the intensifying of horrified expressions on the other women's faces to know what was about to happen.
"AAAAACK WHAT THE HELL!"
A horrible pinching pain stabbed into my the back of my thigh, and grew even worse as the alien injected whatever liquid was in the syringe into my body.
The room started spinning, probably from stress, pain, and the terror induced by this needle about three times larger than it should be that was now deep in my leg. I felt the alien pull the syringe back out, but the hand was not lifted. I panted beneath the weight, watching my breath fog up the slick metal next to my face. I heard the alien set the syringe down, and lift something else up. The fabric thing. Whatever that was. It put both hands on me, pinning my arms and legs so that I was in "soldier" position, then curled its fingers beneath my body, lifting me off the table. I was quickly set back down on the fabric material, and was again pinned by the alien's one hand. I felt it fold the fabric over my back, and heard a zip and then a buckle. More fabric came between my legs, like a climbing harness, and then my arms were maneuvered to be folded next to me, with my hands near my collarbone. Fabric came over my shoulders, around my neck, and I heard more clicking sounds. Something tightened around my waist as well. The hand lifted, and I looked around,
Then quickly at the alien, who was looking at me. I squirmed, and found, much to my increased panic, that I could not move anything except my head and legs. I rolled over and got my feet beneath me, wondering why I wasn't being stopped by the alien. It was watching me, an odd expression on its face. It almost seemed.. amused?
Is this some sort of straitjacket? Once standing, I looked down and couldn't see much, just fabric and the strap around my waist. All the buckles I had heard must've been at the back. There's no way I'm getting out of this... I felt a tug in the fabric, and the alien had grabbed something on the back of the jacket.
"Woah!" I was lifted into the air, the alien holding me at a mostly upright, slightly forward angle.  There must be handles on the back of this thing...
I dejectedly slumped in my containment, letting the fabric hold me up. Not too uncomfortable. The alien lowered its arms, and I was swinging much nearer to the floor. I looked up to see the alien packing up its stuff, throwing the syringe out, and unfolding the cardboard. What is that?my question was answered when I was lifted into the small, dark, foldable, heavy-duty-cardboard "kennel" that I now found myself in. The lid was closed, and I let my legs, which were inexplicably unstable, collapse beneath me. My head started spinning again, my vision splotchy, and last thing I saw was the other women watching me, the concern and shock still crystal clear on their faces through one of the holes in the cardboard walls around me.

I first regained my sense of touch. I could feel something firmly rubbing my leg, and I could feel that I was still bound tightly by the "straitjacket." I guess it was more like a swan case than anything, like the wildlife rescuers use to tote large birds around. But that didn't really matter. I could smell sterilized materials, and other unnatural hospital smells. My hearing returned next, and the sound of alien voices talking back and forth in their unintelligible language, as well as the clicks, taps, shuffles, and other noises of work drifted through my head. Then I could start to see. Bright light peirced the blackness of my eyes, and I blinked rapidly in mild pain. I shut my eyes, opened them, and saw I was on a table. Again. Next to and towering above me were the aliens, the same ones from yesterday, moving about with all sorts of things like needles, bottles, rags, clips, and more. I could feel that I was not being held down, but my body was weak and tired, too tired to get up and run. I tried to roll over, and succeeded, and was then able to see a bunch of stuff laid out of the table next to me. One of the aliens noticed me moving,  and came towards me.
What is going on?
I was picked up, the alien taking great care to keep me flat and support my body and head, but it still made me feel sick to my stomach. The alien holding me called something to the one across the room. It made some gesture back, and I was carried over to the cardboard box again, and set down inside. The alien unbuckled my "straightjacket" and pulled it out from under me. I slid onto a towel on the bottom of the box which was a welcome comfort to rest on. I looked up at the alien who had put me in here, and saw it was the one I had attacked. It made some strange expression at me, and then shut the lid of the box. The resulting dimness made me feel drowsy again, but I managed to scoot myself into the corner where I could sit up and see out of the box through one of the holes. The aliens were cleaning up their stuff, an alarming portion of which seemed to be things which previously held substances I presumed could not be anywhere else but inside me. I sighed, and then crumpled into the towel, already exhausted. And it's only just morning... isn't it? I had no idea how much time had passed since I was carried away from the other humans. The box suddenly was lifted, and I felt I was moving somewhere. The lights outside got dimmer, and I felt a change in temperature, like we had entered a larger space. I heard more aliens talking, and the box was set down somewhere. I peered through the holes and saw a busy room, and a line of many strange and different aliens waiting to interact with one behind a desk. My box was set up on top of the desk, and I could see a stack of papers and some sort of device next to me with a screen, kinda like a phone. What is going on? I tried to stand up, but was still wobbly on my legs. Two strong voices were rambling over the top of each other, and I saw that right by the desk were two tall, sleek furred aliens, talking to the one who seemed to be in charge. One stepped towards me, and did something to the device, and it beeped. Then the alien behind the desk took half the papers and dumped them into a file in a drawer, and gave the other half to one of the tall aliens. The one closest to exchanged some meaningless exclamation with the one behind the desk, and then picked up my box. I steadied myself on the floor, and peered out of the holes in the walls. The other tall alien was following behind with the papers, and I saw we were going towards a door. The same door I had been carried in through only a day ago. Oh god. I'm alone. No other humans were being taken with me. A blast of cool wind pushed its way into my box as we left the building. I watched as I was carried through what seemed to be a high-tech and complicated parking lot, with strange not-cars filling each parking space. We were headed for a large, black vehicle, almost like a ship. Almost everything in this parking lot looked as if it were capable of flying, and the black ship was no exception. It had white and electric blue inscriptions on it, with matching colors for the detailing. Looked expensive. And maybe official? The two aliens walked up to it, and it made a sound, and a door opened to a spacious room. I was not taken in. One of them pressed a button, and another door opened, this one revealing a large back "room" with a cage. My cardboard cage was set down inside this one. Where am I being taken? Who are these aliens? This certainly didn't seem like another backyard raise-and-slaughter operation, and if it were I imagine I wouldn't be alone. Then I remembered: I'm alone.

It was at the precise moment that this second door to the ship was closed that my realization returned and I panicked.  This was probably a good thing, who knows what would've happened had the aliens seen or heard me flip out and scream, attack the cardboard walls of my cage and then flop down on the ground with dizziness because I was still drugged from whatever was put in me. I calmed momentarily and gave myself a chance to logically think about my situation as I lay on the thick towel, breathing hard. I heard the aliens get into the separated part of the ship, talking as they closed the doors. Then we took off. This. Is. A. Mess.