They brought me to this place last week.
It is a place of knives, wires and pincers. Throughout day and night, the silence is broken by screams of unbearable agony and unprecedented terror.
They put the wires on me and cut me with the knives when the pincers didn't work.
I have slept here more safe and happy than ever before in my life. I think I'd like to come back here.
Where am I?