Selective Memory

I woke up on the floor. I had absolutely no recollection of how I got there. I lay, stretched out upon the soft floor, with my eyes closed, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out where I was, and why.
One thing I couldn't get over was the softness of the floor. It wasn't soft enough for it to be a bed, but it seemed to be carpeted with a thick, soft carpet. Surely such a carpet was expensive. Could I be at the home of some rich relative of mine? I couldn't remember. And besides, I'd imagine if I was staying with someone financially well off, they'd have the decency to put me up in a proper bed. I opened my eyes.

The room around me was spotless, shock white. I was dazzled by the brightness of the room, and I slowly allowed my eyes to open fully, as the door cracked open, and maid entered the room carrying a tray of food. This brought me back to my first theory, I had to be staying with someone rich for there to be maids to bring mere guests their meals in their rooms. It was rather nice of them, I thought, to let me eat in my room.

The maid left quickly after she had sat the tray of food before me on the floor. After I finished with my meal, I found myself growing tired, which struck me as a bit odd, as I had just awoken. I fought the drowsiness, standing to my feet and starting to pace in order to keep my blood flowing. I don't have any idea how long I was pacing, thinking hard about the nature of my host. Not since my meal came did anyone open the door to my chamber.

I hadn't been spoken to by anyone. I brooded over these facts as I paced. Suddenly, the drowsiness gripped me again, and I swayed even on my feet. I shook my head, trying to clear cobwebs from my swimming mind. At this point in my delirium brought on by my tiredness, paranoia seized my mystified senses. Now, using what little rational thought I had left, I strongly suspected that I had been given something in my food to induce this lethargy.

My pacing grew in speed, and my stride in length as I fought sleep and began to wonder if I was a guest, or a captive. These thoughts stood in my brain, festering, growing more and more foul with each and every passing moment, until a rage gripped me that was stronger than any I had ever felt before in my life. It was only a few moments later that the door to my room opened yet again, and a second maid entered with yet another tray of food, Wanting now to escape, and surely not wanting any more of the food and drink that so distorted my wits, I dove upon her.

The tray of food flew and hit the soft ground with a muffled crash, and I rained down blow after blow upon her face in an attempt to silence her blasted screaming. It was no use, soon, as I feared would happen, others noticed our struggle, and several men burst into the room.

They pushed me hard into one of the padded walls of my room, subduing me with several rapid blows to my face. Then, I felt a familiar sensation, why it was familiar, I do not remember, but it was the piercing bite of a needle, and the creeping burn of a liquid sedation as it was forced through my veins, and I sank to the floor, fading fast as rekindled drowsiness consumed all that I was. I fought it as long as I could, which wasn't long, before I finally gave into the urge, and slept.

I woke up on the floor. I had absolutely no recollection of how I got there…