Waking up in big trouble

Out of the void where he slumbered, came a light, dazzling and painful. His weary instincts tried to snuff it out, lowering his heavy eyelids down again and for a moment, he laid content with the darkness once more, the memory of the light already fading. But sharply it returned once more. How? He hadn't even opened his eyes! Releasing a groan of discomfort, he tried to evade it once more, however this time, the lids refused to close. Returning to a full slumber would be impossible now, but he certainly was not about to awake fully yet. Suddenly his left cheek started to warm. The sensation was not quite pain more like a dull alarm in his head. Next came sounds, voices, short and direct-pointed at him, he gradually became sure.
He felt the desire to make contact but not the strength. The grogginess that enveloped him, made an audible response impossible. Once more the side of his face burned, hotter this time breaching the barrier into pain. Someone had struck him! Before he could react, a strong but soft grip clamped onto his jaw and forced his aching eyes back into light his lenses continued to squirm from.
"He's awake! The words he recognised and understood. Their impact upon him caused a jolt as if he'd just missed his footing but he listened intently for the next.
"Name? A lighter voice demanded as the light was mercifully removed. He drew a deep breath, taking in a lungful of the sterile air as he tried to muster a response. Once more, there came a sharp sting on his cheek, as he was struck again.
"Name? The voice insisted. "Name, now!
Struggling with a flailing tongue, he tried desperately to communicate.
"Pl-please I don't-
"You don't understand? The voice asked. A small sense of relief formed in him as contact was finally made but his mind felt blank and struggled in its disorder.
"Very well, the voice conceded, sounding very unsympathetic to his position. "You will nod your head when you feel able to talk.
He closed his eyes and tried to sort through the mess in his foggy brain but was quickly slapped for the fourth time.
"You will not sleep! The voice barked down at him. The pain fused his senses, finally bringing them to order.
"Stop! He yelled out, fixing an angry glare upon the source of his torment. The image, though blurred somewhat was definitely female but all he could make out for sure was the dark shade of her hair. The inner drive that now spurned him to rise was quickly deflected off strong bonds that were keeping him firmly horizontal. In fact, he could hardly move the rest of his body at all. "What's going on? Who are you? He stammered, quickly adding fear to his growing bewilderment.
"I believe I have already asked for your name and you are in no position to demand mine. " The woman's response was frighteningly calm, cold even. Blinking several times helped his image of her to sharpen, allowing him to study her more clearly. Her raven hair was tied back tightly although one or two strands had escaped. Sharp green eyes were locked in silent accusation. Wherever he was, it seemed evident that he was in trouble. He searched his memory for an answer to give her but quickly realised with an even greater sense of angst, that he had no answer to give.
"I - don't know what my name is. His answer was met by an inpatient frown.
"Do you know where you are?
"No I don't. A rush of panic threatened to stricken him but he managed to swallow it down though he heard his own voice become more desperate. "Why am I tied up like this?
This time the woman gave no response just maintained her air of suspicion. He paused before his next question, to survey his other immediate surroundings, hoping something, anything, would kick-start a memory. The view was hindered somewhat by the various other figures that were crowding around. There were armed men, all attired in an identical dark uniform, just as the woman was, all were decorated only by a thin green coloured strip that ran along the side of the outfits. His mind roughly identified them as soldiers. They stood back from a small group of inquisitors that surrounded the bedded table he was strapped to. They wore long white overcoats and were not armed. There were five of these. Some were just staring; another was busy scribbling into a pad and one stood ready with the torch that had near blinded him as he awoke. Their presence served only to worry him more and he felt compelled to test the restraints.
The woman, who had been speaking, bought a solid forearm down deep into his gut. His scream of pain was muffled as the air was ripped from his lungs.
"You are a captured intruder, she said calmly as he gasped for breath. "You were caught as you lay unconscious in our transport hanger and you are being detained in a research facility around sector seven. None of her words stirred any knowledge of her extraordinary claims. "And you are tied down because we consider you highly dangerous.
"Why? He wheezed, desperate rub his aching stomach.
"Because you have just tried to destroy this installation and everyone inside it.
Hearing her words, he hoped the look he returned suggested she was crazy but despite her stern manner didn't change and she continued to maintain an icy demeanour.
"I don't know what you're talking about. He responded as honestly as he could make it sound. "And I don't know who you are or how I got here or who I am! As he heard his own tone rise, so did his fear of provoking another attack. His heart skipped a beat as his own words dawned upon him the disturbing situation he had awoken to. Yet there was truly nothing he could recall before his waking. No memory of any day at all. He felt the memories were within him somewhere but there was just no way to access them. "And you people are scaring the hell out of me! Anger flashed across the sullen woman's face and he instinctively prepared his body for another onslaught. He had meant to be as frank as possible. No matter what her thoughts of him were, he needed to assert his confused state.
After a tense few moments, her glare relented and her hard features softened a little. "If you want to stand by that statement, we can run a Headscan to check for any trauma.
"Fine. He agreed quickly. She withdrew away from him, clearly unimpressed and disappointed. Though apparently accepting his state, for the moment.
"Since you can't recall your name, she said after looking thoughtful for a moment, "I think referring to you as Prisoner X would be appropriate. However, she paused regarding him harshly once more, "If the scan shows no damage, then you are lying to me and for that, I will cause you extreme and prolonged pain, do you understand?
He didn't doubt her for an instant and nervously nodded back.
"Very well, she replied placing her hands behind her back and standing at ease. "You should know this can be a very painful procedure without the proper relaxants, Prisoner X. Do you wish to take these?
He nodded again and it produced a cruel look in her eyes. "Then it will be a pleasure to deny you them. She snapped and turned to address the nearest soldier. Take this trash to the Med bay and get him checked immediately. The soldier's response was immediate and the woman, who obviously had no intent on revealing her own name, started to march with purpose from his side. He allowed his eyes to gaze upon her athletic figure that was generously displayed by the close fitting uniform. The pleasant view was surprisingly comforting, but his fears quickly returned as his table suddenly jolted forward and he was wheeled in the opposite direction to wherever she was heading.