"Where are you taking me?" I ask. 

They were dragging my bed with me in it. I struggle. The hallways were dark. Pipes spilled out gasses. It smelled foul like rotting flesh mixed with garbage. I see rooms. Rooms with blood on old machines. I see skeletons in every corner. Looks like this place has been used before and not in a good way. 

They bring me into a room. They lift me onto a table. My left arm was still handcuffed. 

"Should we drug him?" The second one asked. 

"Drug me?!" I ask. 

"He's strong we don't need to." The third one said. 

What is going on? What are they going to do to me? One pressed a button. I got my answer quickly. A machine stabbed my legs. I scream. It was like a thousand nails. My legs were getting many holes like a game board. The machine was stamping my legs with thousands of holes. I scream. The pain was unbearable. I blasted the machine with fire. It sparked and fell shut. I breath. Sweet poured down my face.

"Impressive. He can still bend." The second one said. 

"Then we need to eliminate his bending factor all together." The first one said.