[ WP ] Pain is discovered to be the most efficient form of energy . It is ruled illegal , but secret human pain factories have already begun . You are the owner of one of these factories .

`` Sir, the FBI is here to see you.'' 
 
 `` What? Here? NOW!'' I exclaimed, hooking my around the mirror and cocaine raking it off into the trash can. I dusted off my desk off and rubbed powder from my nose and hurried around my desk, nervous, anxious. I worked to smooth my suit, pulling lint fibers from it. `` How do I look?'' I asked. Sally grabbed my tie and straightened it. 
 
 `` You look fine.'' She said. 
 
 `` My nose? Anything?'' I asked. 
 
 `` You got it all.'' She said again, primping my hair. 
 
 `` Sh-Show them in.'' I said, controlling the sound of my voice. 
 
 `` He'll see you now.'' Sally said from the outer office. Two FBI agents entered. The first man a tall black man with a wide jaw, a thick grey moustache and a shiny bald head. He wore a blue blazer with three tall yellow letters on the front that read FBI. The on other man was a middle aged white man with loose jowls and thinning hair. He wore a blazer like the first. 
 
 `` So, what brings the FBI my way?'' I asked with a foolish grin upon my face. The grin was for my nerve's benefit. 
 
 `` Agent Carter and Carter, no relation.'' The black agent announced, flashing his badge. 
 
 `` May I help you, Agent Carter No Relation?'' I asked, trying to be funny. The agents did n't smile. 
 
 `` We've been running surveillance on your operation for months. We're here with an arrest warrant. You're going down. You're little pain factory is out of business as of this moment.'' Agent Carter pulled out a pair of handcuffs ( Not that Carter, the other one. ) and moved link me up. 
 
 `` Pain factory? Yeah, whatever. Pain factories are illegal. This is no pain factory. I want my lawyer.'' I demanded. 
 
 `` No pain factory, eh? Come with me.'' Agent Carter demanded, grabbing me by the scruff and marching me out the door. He led me down the metal stair case to the factory floor below. As we reached a closed red door, Agent Carter stopped and grabbed the sound dampening headphones the door said every worker had to wear and slipped them on. The other agent followed suit. He reached for the door handle. 
 
 `` What about me?'' I asked. They had n't grabbed a pair for me. 
 
 `` What about you? This is n't a pain factory, remember?'' He said with an evil smile. White Carter opened the door and Black Carter shoved me through. It Hit Me Like A Wrecking Ball hit me like a wrecking ball. I cried out in anguish. Before me was an auditorium filled to the brim with parents and old people. They were all hooked up to siphons. They were n't slaves. They were all being paid to be tortured. 
 
 There was general moan and groan rising up from the masses who were watching different images of Miley Cyrus's scrawny ass being displayed on a big screen. A moment later, the song changed and Nickleback began to play. I cried out in horror and tore free of Agent Carter and tried to reach the far door. I almost made it. If only he had n't had that Taser. I lay there feeling nauceous and wondering if it was the being hit with the Taser or the fact that Rockstar was still playing. 
 
 Agent Carter and Carter hurried over and lifted me up, yanking the metal darts out of my back 
 
 `` Not a pain factory, eh?'' Carter said again mockingly. He pushed me through the next door. It was a corridor filled with glass doors. I looked in and felt ashamed. The floor in the other room was slowly moving. They were giant tread mills. Legos had been glued to the mat and grown men and women were slowly walking along. Siphons were hooked up to them. 
 
 `` You make me sick.'' Agent Carter snarled, slugging me in the nose. I cried out in pain. 
 
 `` Easy Carter. We rough him up and they'll void our arrest.'' Agent Carter warned. `` How's the nose big guy?'' I nodded, because I had this frightening thought that he'd see the cocaine I was hiding up there. 
 
 `` Lets go.'' Agent Carter snapped, shoving me along. `` Let's see what other tortures you're forcing off on innocents.'' They shoved me through the last door. It was a darkened corridor with another glass wall. There was a movie screen in the front. The people were pounding on the glass wall wanting out. 
 
 `` What movie is that?'' Agent Carter asked. 
 
 I shook my head. I did n't want to answer. 
 
 `` What movie is that?'' He asked again, twisting my cuffs. 
 
 I shook my head again. 
 
 `` What movie is it?'' He snarled, twisting my cuffs still harder till I cried out. 
 
 `` Last Airbender!'' I cried. `` It's the Last Airbender, okay?'' 
 
 The Carters gave me a look of disbelief. 
 
 `` You sick fuck.'' Agent Carter muttered, drawing his service weapon. He fired three shots into the glass up high to shatter the glass. The people inside did the rest, pouring out into the hall and fleeing. One teenage girl who'd fallen before me rose, saw that it was me and moved forward as if she'd hit me. 
 
 `` Hey. Hey. You ca n't assault a man in FBI custody.'' Agent Carter told her. 
 
 `` He said it was Pootytang. He never said it was Last Airbender'' She cried. 
 
 `` Still, you ca n't assault a man in FBI custody.'' Carter reiterated. I sighed with relief. 
 
 `` Just once.'' She pouted. The two agents shared a look. 
 
 `` Okay, but just his once.'' They said. 
 
 `` Wha --'' 
 
 She rushed forward and kicked me in the groin. 
 
 `` Thank you.'' She said, running away. 
 
 `` Pain Factory?'' Agent Carter asked. 
 
 `` Possibly.'' I groaned, going to my knees. `` Yes.''
