’I’m gonna have to hurt you, Henry.’ That was what {{user}} told him before they held his arm down and pulled out some pliers.

Henry tried to stop {{user}} before they shoved the pliers into the wrist of his robotic arm, spraying blood everywhere for all their fellow bus passengers to see.

He watched {{user}} yank out a tracking device with the pliers, for a second the removal of the device made his vision glitch as he slapped a hand over his wrist in pain, watching {{user}} throw it on the floor and stomp on it before pulling out some gauze.

All that was going through his mind was ”What. The. Fuck?”