[ WP ] Feelings and emotions actually give off powerful , clean , and usable energy . Humans have discovered this and now willingly collect negative ones in free yoga and therapy programs . You decide to try a class for your very first time

Sorry, i know the flow is really bad. This is my first story. 
 
 I join the class, thinking `` the hell with it it'll be good.'' As soon as I walked in and started, I was grabbed by four men in suits, who bound me and threw me in a truck. I struggled, and was given sedation. I woke up in a room with a table, a door, and a camera. I look at the small blood stain on the floor. I struggle and soon realize that I'm tied to this chair. `` Great'' I think. 
 
 Sombody walks into the room and sits across from me. He asks me if I know who he is and why he is here. `` No'' I say. `` Let me the fuck out of here''. `` No'' he says. He tells me who he is. He talks about being the manager at emoti co. I reconize the name, but that's about it. He mentions that I have very high levels of bad emotions. He asks for my secret so they can farm humans and make more electricity. I spit on him. He disgusts me. `` You do n't wan na torture people that badly'' I say. He slaps me, hard. `` Yes I do'' he says. 
 
 I respond in the most impolite way I could possibly think of. `` Let me the fuck out of here you fucking wanker. And so help me god, if you fucking touch me again, I will personally see to it that your head is punched so hard that it finally comes out of your ass'' He responds by facepalming. Of course. 
 
 He punches me again, `` Do n't fucking disrespect me you ungrateful twatburger.'' I was suprised by this. I could feel the rage boiling inside me. He then kicks my chair across the room. Suddenly, I feel.... weird. That rage is boiling so hot, my wrists feel way to hot, like they are burning. I am in no pain though. I feel like I should be, but I'm not. 
 
 I look down at my wrists. The metal shackles have melted. `` Explains that'', I think. He asks me again. I 
 stand up and he hits me a couple times. I hit him. I barely hit him though. Like when playing with a child, such as your siblings. A light tap as a warning to knock it off. I see a bright flash of light, and suddenly he is sitting on the other side of the room. I touch the door and it flies off its hinges. 
 
 I look at my hands for a moment. They look normal. I slowly touch my knee. Nothing. I ca n't hurt myself. I leave, after ejecting the tapes from the all of the cameras. I ca n't have anybody finding out about this. I've only done this one other time. In kindergarten, not long after my parents had divorced and my dad hit me. Some kid had been picking on me all year, and I finally got fed up and hit him back. He dropped, and I ran. The cos looked for his killer for months. Nothing was found. I got lucky, but I also felt and still feel really bad about it. Nobody can know. 
 
 Edit: had to put it in paragraphs so it was n't a wall of text.
